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“Actually, it’s Blue Whiskey money, and spending it wisely is part of my job.” She knocks on the surface of the desk. “This old oak desk works just fine.”
It’s funny how it was easier to get her to accept a trip of a lifetime to Paris than to let me buy her a simple desk for work. When I glance at the surface of the desk, I can see that she was busy working. With a single hand, I shift through the stack of papers on her desk and look at her laptop screen.
“What are you working on?”
“I’m creating a digital system for your suppliers,” she replies, coming over to stand beside me. “I know you’re old school, but enough is enough.”
“Impressive,” I chuckle.
“I figure if I make myself useful, you won’t want to fire me once this thing between us is over.”
I give her a steady look. “Thinking long term, are we?”
She shrugs but doesn’t quite meet my eyes.
“This is a thing, right?” she asks tentatively.
“It’s whatever you want it to be. I simply find it interesting that you’re thinking beyond whenever you think thisthingof ours is going to end.”
“Well, I have to.”
“And why is that?”
“I’m not going to wait around until you get bored with me. “
This again.
She’s actually serious.
“What do you have planned once I’m out of the picture?”
My tone is significantly cooler now. It irritates me that she’s planning a future where I don’t exist because she still doesn’t trust me.
“Oh, don’t be so sensitive,” she scowls, meeting my gaze. “It’s unattractive.”
“Don’t let anyone in the club hear you talking to me like that,” I say incredulously, half surprised at myself for tolerating the insult.
“Yes, well.” She looks a little guilty in the face. “I wasn’t trying to be rude.” Her eyes shoot up. “But you’re going to get bored sooner or later, and I won’t always be able to depend on your kindness. I need this job if I’m going to pay my way through school and eventually get my own apartment. So, my masterplan is to prove my worth and make myself indispensable to you.”
I don’t know why she’s so damn convinced that I’m so fickle, but it’s probably smart of her to assume so. I tend to only stick with a woman for a night or so, and I’m sure that reputation has gotten back to Megan from some of the other workers here or the internet. What she doesn’t realize is that I’ve broken half of the rules in my own handbook when it comes to her.
I cast a cursory glance over her computer screen and peep at the software she’s working with, and it’s interesting enough to impress me. “Are you taking coding classes?”
“No, but I took one a while back.” She shrugs. “I’m not that great at it, but it used to help me make some pocket change when I was younger.”
“Younger?” I ask flippantly.
“Yes, younger,” she responds as one corner of her delicious mouth turns up.
“I see.”
She pauses. “It’s good that you dropped by. I want to talk to you about something.”
“Go ahead.”
“One of the kitchen staff, Billy, is leaving, and he gave me a recommendation for a potential employee I want to check out. From what I know, the girl is young and homeless, but he asked me to test her cooking before I turned her down. I know you’re a little skittish about new employees after the Steve fiasco, but I think we should try her out.”
I sprawl out across her couch and pray that the traitor Steve never did anything disgusting on it during his time here. Now that I think about it, I should have thrown this out, too.
