I had the vaguest understanding of tarot. They were usually cards the same size as a playing deck with brightly colored pictures of mystical things. Probably like Aladdin’s flying magical carpet and such. My mother had once gone to a psychic fair and come back “renewed” but that was about the extent of my metaphysical knowledge.
Okay, pull your three. No cheating.
Bitch, I never cheat.
Liar. You cheat all the time.
More laughter. Then Luna let out a wolf whistle.
Girl, you just pulled the golden goose.
It sounded as if Ryan was rubbing her hands.
If you mean the golden cock, now we’re talking.
My phone vibrated against my leg and I jolted, inadvertently pausing the show. Ryan had decided to follow up on her kill shot podcast and sent me another text.
Miss Moon: Are you thoroughly scandalized yet? Decided to fire me before my first day?
PMS: I’m not finished.
Ryan sent a sideways smile emoji before a line of text I could barely make sense of. My brain—and other parts of me—were thoroughly addled.
Miss Moon: Takes you a while, does it? Good to know.
Did she…
Was that…
I could not listen to more of this podcast. Unless I made it a two Scotch night and followed it up with an extra long shower afterward.
Just in case she’d forgotten the boundaries, it was time I reminded her. And reminded myself. We hadn’t laid eyes on each other yet. People let down their hair and their reservations on Friday nights and then Monday morning came and regret was swift.
Even if she sounded like sex in a bottle and had a smart ass quip for every occasion.
PMS: You’re my temporary assistant.
Miss Moon: Oh, goodie. Do I get a prize? Or is the honor of being in your presence its own reward?
PMS: Your prize is your paycheck.
Miss Moon: According to April, I’d have better luck in a Cracker Jack box. Do they still sell those?
Did I mention the smart ass quips? I should be annoyed. I was, but not at her. She couldn’t make remarks if April hadn’t placed these complaints in her mind.
I paid in line with other legal assistants in the area, thank you very much.
PMS: Considering the contents of your résumé, I don’t think you merit a pay raise.
Miss Moon: What’s wrong with it?
PMS: Not much applicable experience. Regardless, since you interrupted the podcast, what did your reading say?
Miss Moon: Wut?
Her misspelling of what made me shake my head. I truly hoped her text etiquette was a far cry from her typical grammar usage.
PMS: Your reading on the podcast. About the golden cock.