Page 50 of Flipping His Script
Chapter 19
Anna
"Don't worry," Flynn repeated. "I fixed it, just like I said."
Fixed it? Seriously?I glared up at him. "I'm not worried. I'm annoyed."
This was a massive understatement. After Felicity's departure, I'd reluctantly returned to the house only to be informed by Flynn that he'd fixed it with my job so that I'd have not only tonight off, but also the next several months.
As we faced off just inside his front doorway, he replied, "You're not the only one who's annoyed. I had to promise a favor."
"What kind of favor?"
"Free publicity."
"So let me get this straight," I said. "You called the waffle place and told them to give me a leave of absence?"
"Pretty much."
"And they were okay with that?"
"They are now."
"Why? Because you're gonna do a commercial for them or something?"
"Something like that." He shrugged. "So hey, you're welcome."
"What, you think I'm gonnathankyou?"
"Youcould."
I forced a laugh. "Why?"
"Because that job sucked."
He was right. It did. The money wasn't great, and the stench of waffles – which I'd found so tantalizing during my first couple of weeks – had invaded not only my ugly uniform, but my skin, too.
I swear, there were times when I showered, I could still smell the waffles and syrup oozing out of my open pores.
Or maybe it was just my imagination.
Either way, my own mixed emotions were giving me a serious case of mental whiplash. If someone had asked me just a week ago whether I'd like a four-month paid hiatus from the waffle place, my answer would've come hard and fast.
Definitely.
But the thing with Flynn was making me nervous.
It had been less than a week since he'd steamrolled his way back into my life. During this time, I'd been insulted, manipulated, and now, put at his utter mercy.
I mean, if things went seriously south, I'd have to find another job – and fast.
Already, the cash advance was long gone – paid to the landlord and utility company, not to mention the grocery store.
Until yesterday, our cupboards had been horrifyingly bare. Now, they were still more bare than most, but at least Becka could make a sandwich or something.
Still, I was already counting the days until the end of the month, when Flynn would give me the rest of this month's payment. Afterward, I'd be paid on a monthly basis at the completion of each month, except apparently when it came to the bonus, which I'd receive in one giant lump sum.
Forty-thousand dollars, all at once.It was the only thing that kept me from telling him exactly where he could shove his arrangement with the waffle place.
Now he was saying, "So are you gonna get changed or what?"
I blinked. "Excuse me?"
He gave me a quick once-over. "Your clothes."
"But you never said, why would I need to change?"
With a look of quiet contempt, he replied, "Because you reek of waffles."
