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That would completely wipe out my cash, so my choice now would be having a uniform I could breathe in or the tiniest bit of money for food or anything else. That didn’t include that I’d already agreed to meet the girls for lunch today and probably wouldn’t have sixty left after covering my portion of the meal.
This situation sucked, but complaining would only prove to the boss that I was the entitled brat he’d decided I was.
Clara offered another sheet of paper. “The next few checkouts to clean.”
She followed me out. “Let me introduce you to the other girls.”
Irene and Stella were both my age, and Irene had even gone to Peterville High with me, just one year back.
After Clara walked off, I explained how my embarrassing uniform came to be.
“She’s nice and all, but her glasses prescription is way off,” Stella said. “That’s why she couldn’t judge your size.”
* * *
I was cleaningmy sixth toilet of the morning, down on my knees because I was afraid that bending over in this torture uniform would split a seam. Mentally I’d already cursed out Boone fucking Benson a few dozen times. At least the septic-tank job wouldn’t have put me in this outfit. Even smelly coveralls would be an improvement if they were loose.
“Are you sick?” Boone’s voice startled me.
Looking back to confirm it was him, I tilted my head. The question confused me. “No, why?”
“You know some guys, uh…dribble, and normally people only kneel in front of a toilet to puke.”
I levered myself up to stand and faced him. “Thank you very much for the advice, boss.”
His eyes remained glued to my cleavage until I coughed. “Is there a problem?”
“Your…” He motioned toward my chest uneasily. My cleavage unnerved him, good to know.
“They’re called breasts. Half the country has them.”
He swallowed. “I was going to say your uniform is a little revealing for our hotel.”
After my encounter with Mr. Pervy that was pretty obvious.
I took in a breath, which only made my boobs try to rip the zipper apart. “This was all Clara had. I’d buy a better-fitting one if I had some money. But I’ve been informed that payday is almost two weeks away, so it’ll have to wait.”
Boone turned and left without another word. Maybe enduring this torture dress was worth it if it unnerved him so much.
By the time I finished that room, and one more, it was time to leave for lunch. When I reached the lockers, changing into my own baggy clothes had never felt so good.
“I’ve got something for you,” Clara said when I passed into the lobby area. The envelope she handed me hadAngelawritten on it in block letters. “It’s from Mr. Benson.”
Dread filled me. It had better not be a warning letter, or even worse, a pink slip. Smart-mouthing him may have felt good, but it hadn’t been the smartest thing.
I walked out of the lobby before ripping open the envelope. Relief flooded through me at the sight of cash inside—five one-hundred dollar bills and a note.
Don’t come back until you buy something more appropriate for the workplace.
Interesting. He was clearly angry at me for messing up his tidy little hotel, but this was way more money than I’d need for a uniform. Had he just shown me a human side of himself hiding beneath the haughty arrogance I knew so well?
Was that possible?
* * *
Boone
After seeingAngela spilling out of that tight uniform, it had taken all my willpower as I pulled open the door, to not turn and take in the luscious sight of her one more time.
