Page 15 of The Maid

The rest of the evening was...interesting. She bored Gun to death explaining to George all the reasons that financial planning was important as well as living a healthy lifestyle, which of course involved a lot less time at the trendy Miami night clubs. The funny thing was that George looked even more bored than he was.

"Can we please talk about something else?" Gun begged. “I’m about to stab myself with this fork.”

"You didn't have to come, you know.?" She said as she took a bite of her crème brulee, which she refused to share. "This was a business meeting."

"I will bet you a thousand dollars that George didn't come here on business." Gun said with a raised eyebrow to George as he took a sip of Brandy.

"First of all, betting a thousand dollars is exactly the reason you need me in your life. And second, George absolutely knew this was business. I mean, why else would he—"

George was busy digging into his own dessert avoiding eye contact but had a big grin. "Oh my God!" She took her napkin off her lap and threw it across the table to George. "You thought this was a date?"

"I was hoping it would become one."

Addie's face noticeably reddened, even her ears were crimson. "You two are unbelievable. You know what?" She pushed Gun in an attempt to get out of the booth. "I'm so done. Do whatever you want. Let me know if you need a referral for an attorney when you’re filing for bankruptcy.," She shoved Gun on the shoulder to get him to move again, but he just laughed, instead.

"Relax," he said and continued to leisurely drink the hundred-dollar sniffer that Addie had ordered for him out of spite.

"Come on, sweetheart, don't be mad. You're a very attractive woman, can't blame a guy for trying." George said. "When you showed up at the Tornadoes’ headquarters all the guys there—"

"Please don't tell me that's why I got so many appointments this week?"

Now Gun was upset. This wasn't the kind of attention he wanted for Addie. "What the hell?"

"You weren't there. It was Thursday. You were meeting with Jeff, I think."

"I'll talk with the guys, don't worry," he said to Addie.

"You will do no such thing!" Addie said. "I'm fuming that the guys all think they're going to...what? Score?" She groaned when George nodded. "Well, they're not."

"You're fucking Goddamn right, they're not!" Gun said.

"Huh?" George said, looking at Gun. "Is...is there something going on between you two?" George squinted.

"No! Yes!" They both replied at the same time.

She glared at him just like she had the other night. "I was the McCalls’ cleaning lady a long time ago," she said, matter- of- factly.

"Cleaning lady?" George said as if he'd swallowed something sour.

"Yes, cleaning lady. I cleaned his parents' house for about six months," she said.

"You were the maid? She was your maid? It sort of felt like you two were more than acquaintances." George said as if the two were mutually exclusive.

"We were," Gun said.

"We're going off topic here. We used to know each other," Addie explained to George, but then went back to addressing Gunther. "The point is, I got my foot in the door. I am not happy how it happened but if just one of those guys signs up for the program, plus you, of course." She pointed to Gun. "I'll be in good standing with Wayne and my boss. At least one of the guys who I'm meeting with must have a reasonable non-sexual bone in their body."

Both George and Gun looked at each other and shook their heads in unison. Nope—they all wanted in Adalyn Finney's panties.

“Unbelievable.” She huffed, pushed her plate back and crossed her arms. “Maybe I’ll have to talk to Wayne about—”

“No!” Both men yelled.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting sex or anything. Just maybe a date,” George said.

“You guys are assholes. What if I were your sister or something? You go around treating women this way? I need this job and you’re treating it like it isn’t important, not giving a shit about anything but yourselves.”

Gun had known George for a very long time, the man may have been a womanizer but he had a huge heart and a huge family. Gun bet the entirety of his bank account that George would fuck up anyone that treated any of his four sisters with anything but respect. “Now I feel like total shit, Adalyn. I’m sorry. You’re right.” He reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “Honestly, I’m sorry.” Then George looked at Gun as if it was his turn to apologize, but fuck that, he did want in Addie’s pants, there would be no apologizing for that. The only issue he had was that other men did too.

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