Page 8 of Boss Me Not

“He wasn’t—” She stopped mid–head shake before glancing down at her chest. “I mean, I didn’t notice, but I doubt he was looking at my boobs.”

I sat back in my chair, debating how far to take this conversation. She was technically my employee. This had sexual harassment written all over it. But my curiosity got the best of me.

“What if I told you he was the second man today who’d done it?”

She scoffed. “I’d say you’re delusional.”

I leaned forward and folded my arms, placing them on the table. “So you can’t think of any other man you talked to this morning who seemed so distracted by something he couldn’t remember anything you said in the whole ten-minute conversation you had?”

She started to shake her head but froze as her eyes widened and heat flooded into her cheeks.

I relaxed back into my chair, fighting a smirk. I was dying to ask her if she knew how fucking irresistible her curves were. But I couldn’t. I needed to get us back on safe ground.

“Tell me about the other problem you had.”

“I…um…” She blinked once, twice, then schooled her features and sat up straight. “The champagne delivery got delayed and won’t be here by tomorrow.”

“Okay. I’m assuming Jenny suggested we offer prosecco instead? I know we have plenty of that on hand.”

“She did.”

Angie’s smirk sent unease down my spine. Why did her words seem to have abuthanging on the end of them?

“Out with it.”

“Well, Bridezilla wasn’t thrilled about that solution.”

“Of course she wasn’t.” I shrugged. “But not much we can really do. Not like we’re going to offer our top-of-the-line champagne for her hundred and fifty guests.”

“Right. We couldn’t possibly do that. We don’t even carry enough at any given time for that many people.”

“Okay.” I raised a brow. “What aren’t you saying?”

“I offered a compromise. Jenny said you’re going to be pissed, so I had to be the one to tell you.”

I gritted my teeth and waited.

“I offered the champagne for the parents and the wedding party and prosecco for the rest of the guests.”

I closed my eyes and counted. One, two, three…

They would need at least four bottles, maybe five. At almost five hundred a bottle. Add in the cost of the prosecco, and that would be more than triple the cost factored into the original price. But honestly, I could also understand that the mistake was on our end, and at the end of the day, we had to make it right.

“Wow, Jenny wasn’t kidding. You do have a vein on your forehead that looks as if it might explode any minute.”

I opened my eyes and glared at her.

“You know I made the right call. As much as it sucks, it wasn’t their fault our order didn’t come in time.”

“Maybe.” I shrugged. “I probably would have only offered the champagne for the bride and groom, not the whole wedding party and parents.”

“That seems shitty, given the parents of the bride are the ones paying for it.”

True. But it was done. Nothing I could do about it now.

“Hey, Wyatt?” Steven said, stepping into the bar area. “We have guests asking for a manager.”

I tipped my head in Angie’s direction. “Want to try your hand at a disgruntled hotel guest?”

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