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She snarls at me. “No, I’m your boss.” Jessica closes in on me. “And if you don’t start showing me some respect, you’ll be gone.”

“There you are,” Sean says, draping an arm over Jessica’s shoulders. Oblivious to the situation. “What are my girls up to?”

Her bitchy expression is instantly replaced by a smile—at least I think that’s what she’s trying to do. “Oh, Molly here was just telling me how it was super slow and she was looking for some extra work.”

Sean furrows his brows. “Yeah, it can be quiet on bingo night. It will pick up after the blackout round though. It’s slow enough that if you want, you can go home.”

“Well,” Jessica says before I can get two cents in. “She was actually asking if there were any big cleaning projects she could work on.”

Sean chuckles. “Cleaning? I mean, if you really want, the shitter is clogged and I was about to go tackle it.”

“Perfect!” Jessica exclaims.

“No,” Sean says. “Seriously, Molly, I got it. It’s disgusting and… no.”

“It’s fine, Sean.”

“Really, you don’t want to see it.” Sean tries again. He’s right. I don’t.

“Seany,” Jessica pouts. “Would you stop Dani from cleaning the toilet?”

Sean laughs. “I couldn’t stop Dani from doing anything if I tried.”

“What about any of your other staff?”

“I wouldn’t let Chelsea. She’s pregnant and I wouldn’t want to put her through that, or risk making her or the baby sick.”

“Aww,” Jessica coos, pinching his cheek. “You’re such a thoughtful boss. And that is a good managerial call. But why won’t you let Molly? She’s not pregnant…” Her eyes drop to my stomach, and I shift to cover myself subconsciously. “That we know of. So what’s the harm?”

“I… um…” Sean’s eyes dart back and forth.

“See, by telling her no, you are giving her preferential treatment.”

“Jessica, it’s fine, really. It’s something Killian or I would usually end up doing. It’s in the men’s room and all the other male staff here right now are working in the kitchen. I really don’t want to think of them playing with the shitter and then making food.”

“You’re so smart.”

“Okay, where is the plunger?” I ask. Watching this display is more disgusting than whatever shitstorm is in that stall.

“Molly—”

“Sean, seriously, stop. I’m going to go deal with it. You keep doing…” I gesture between him and his bitchy fiancée. “Whatever it is you two are doing.”

Jessica stops Sean again. “Let her go, Seany Bear. You know how stubborn she can be.” Sean looks between us, his expression torn. “Come on, weren’t you going to show me how to make a Sex on the Beach?”

Yup, cleaning a toilet overflowing with shit is less disgusting than that.

I don’t linger, and quickly make my escape to grab the cleaning supplies and plunger. My phone vibrates in my pocket again.Oh shit. I completely forgot I left Killian hanging. The string of missed texts brings a giant smile to my face.

Killian: I’m ribbed, for her pleasure.

Killian: Molly?

Killian: Oh yeah, that’s right. You’re working. I’m guessing you’re busy.

Killian: Don’t reply if you’re swamped…

Killian: If you’re coming over, don’t reply…

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