Page 68 of Going Deep
“No,” he said firmly, amusement sparkling in his golden eyes. “She will not be practicing on me.”
“Who won’t be doing what to you?” Lola asked as she walked up behind him, and bent to press a kiss to his shoulder.
He dragged her around to sit on his lap. “You will not be practicing your single-tail skills on me.”
She flung her arm around his neck. “It would be nice to have someone to work with, but if you’re that insecure…”
He sent her a narrow-eyed stare. “That will not work on me, Tiny Terror. And if you try it again, I’ll make you sorry. Publicly.”
Lola subsided, a laugh lurking around her mouth as she glanced at Ginger. “Hey, sweetie. Where’s your man?”
Ginger ignored the warmth that unfurled in her belly at the idea of Michael being hers. “Tackling a problem upstairs.”
“The joys of ownership,” Lola quipped. “How’s it going with you two? Good?”
“Things are…” Amazing. Wonderful. Multi-orgasmic. Scary as fuck. “Good. Things are good.”
“Well.” Lola’s lips twitched, and Ginger knew her friend could hear every word left unspoken. “That’s good. Simon, would you go get Ginger and me a drink?”
“You know, you can just say, ‘I want to talk to my friend alone’,” he pointed out.
She batted her eyes at him. “I thought I just did.”
He rolled his eyes. “Hey, why don’t I go get you ladies a drink?”
“Why, what a lovely idea!” Lola exclaimed. “Isn’t that a lovely idea, Ginger?”
“Lovely,” Ginger agreed, doing her best not to snicker. “I would like a ginger ale, please. Thank you, Simon.”
“I’ll have a glass of champagne,” Lola said.
He lifted Lola off his lap and rose, pressing a hard kiss to her lips. “You’ll have a ginger ale, because I’m beating on you later.”
“Okay,” Lola said agreeably and settled in the chair when he walked away. “Now that he’s gone, give me the what what.”
“We’re not actually saying that, are we?”
“Sorry, it’s kind of fun.” Lola waggled her fingers in a come-ahead gesture. “Well?”
Ginger lowered her voice. “I gave him my resume, and he ‘passed it on’ to Sean.”
Lola offered her opinion of that in a snort. “And?”
“I have an interview on Tuesday with Miriam Glass,” Ginger went on. “She’s the executive director.”
“Yes!” Lola cheered, then lowered her voice. “What’s the job?”
“That’s the thing,” Ginger said. “I don’t think there is a job.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, there’s no job listing that I’m qualified for on their website, nothing even remotely in my wheelhouse. They’ve got some hourly stuff, like kitchen and custodial staff, and a couple of part-time activities director positions. But there’s nothing to do with education, or any administrative positions.”
“So what are they interviewing you for?”
Ginger lifted her hands, then let them fall. “I have no idea. Do you think Michael would make up a job for me?”
Lola frowned. “I don’t know him well enough to answer that. I could ask Simon, but I don’t think we should bring the guys into this.”
