Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“Hey, girly!” I look over at Mindy coming my way. “Wow, what’s up with the frown?”
“Long day.”
“Boss man isn’t getting any easier?”
I cover my face and groan. “I’m just not sure what I’ve gotten myself into.”
I drop my hands, and Mindy rubs her palms together. “Oh, I like how this is starting.”
“It’s not like that.”
“The look on your face tells me it is like that. Spill the tea, girl.” She slides a beer across the bar to me.
“I hate my boss. There’s nothing else to it.”
“Bullshit.” Her arm shoots out, trying to steal the beer back.
I pull it back. “No way. I need this.” I take a hefty sip.
“Then tell me the truth. You’ve always hated your boss. But now you’re sulking about hating your boss.” Down goes another big gulp. “Fay—”
“I need to find a new job. I’m not meant to be someone’s assistant. I’m meant to be a chef, cooking the most glorious meals tastebuds have ever experienced. And instead, I’m taking orders from an egotistical ass wipe, who, have I mentioned, has a girlfriend?” She slides over a shot of tequila next. “No. I can’t drink anymore during the week.”
“Hmm. . .” she says as I pick it up. She clinks her shot glass to mine, and we both sling it back.
“I mean, why he would even be into me is stupid. You should see his girlfriend. She’s like super pretty. Like super-duper pretty. Like Victoria’s Secret model runway super-duper pretty.”
“Yikes, that’s pretty.”
“You should have seen the photo of them in the paper.” Another shot appears in front of me. “And the worst thing is, even when he’s being a total asshole, I find myself super attracted to him. It’s like he’s, he’s. . .”
“He’s calling you.”
“Huh?”
She points to my phone. “He’s calling you. Answer it.” I look down, and sure enough, his name lights up my screen. “Dude, answer it.”
“No.”
“Why not? Answer it.”
“No, he’s probably just going to ask me if I ordered more toilet paper for his fancy bathroom or have his shoes shined or some shit.”
“And then you can tell him to suck it. Answer it!” She grabs my phone and swipes the bar.
“What the hell!” I mouth, and she hands me my phone. I’m going to kill her.
“Mr. Monroe,” I say and shoot Mindy the bird.
“Miss Evans.”
I hate that I love the way he says my name. “Unless this is something urgent, whatever you need will have to wait ’til business hours. I’m not on the clock.”
Mindy laughs.
“The Callahan report. Was it completed?”
Seriously? “Yes, boss, it was completed and left on your desk. You would know if you came back to the office. Must have been some lunch—”
“Fay, hurry back to the table. Your date is waiting!” Mindy yells in the background.
I cover the speaker. “What are you doing?” I whisper.
“Am I interrupting something?” Theo asks.
“No—” Mindy slaps my shoulder. Ouch. “Yes. Is that all?”
Seriously, what is Mindy doing? Harry comes over, and she whispers something into his ear. He rolls his eyes and leans over the bar. “Hey, babe. You coming back? Just ordered us some shots to loosen you up.”
Hell.
I’m going to murder them both.
“Where exactly are you, Miss Evans?” His tone drops an octave.
“That’s none of your business. Now, if that’s all you need—”
“God, baby, you look so hot in that mini-skirt. Gonna hike it up and taste your—”
“Okay, bye.” I quickly hang up. “What in the world?!”
Harry shrugs. “What? She told me to say it.”
I shoot daggers at Mindy, who has tears running down her face from laughing so hard. “Dude, that was awesome.”
“How exactly was that awesome?”
“Because. Two can play this game. Now he knows you’ve got your own side piece, and you’re not actually sitting at a bar sulking.”
“Yeah, and your sidepiece says to let my bartender get back to work,” Harry grumbles and walks off.
“Yes, sir!” Mindy salutes him. “Listen, I’m off tomorrow. Let’s go out.”
“I can’t. Told you. I’m not drinking during the week.”
“You’re drinking now.”
“This is an exception. Plus, I have some stupid awards thing after work.”
“Come out after. We can take Thirsty Thursday to a whole new level.”
“I can’t—”
“Yes, you can. I met this guy the other night. He’s a popular nightclub promoter. We can meet up with him. I bet he has some connections with restaurants. Maybe we can see about getting you in with some managers. What do you say?”
What a low blow. She knows I won’t say no to that.
“Fine—”
“Yay! Okay. I’ll text you the details. Wear something hot. We’re getting you a new job tomorrow night.”
A girl can only hope.
Chapter twelve
Fay
“Morning. . . I think. You don’t look so good.”
“How late am I?” I ask Amy, rushing past her desk. Drunk me forgot to plug my phone in before I went to bed. “My phone died. I never woke up to my alarm.”