Page 34 of Show Me How
“If you’re going to insult me, maybe wait until you’re off shift,” I say with a wink.
Her eyes widen. “Oh, right. I guess I should ask what you want me to do for you.”
Oh, I’msoscrewed here. My groin tightens, and I wet my dry lips before shaking my head. The way she truly has no idea what she’s doing to me should be studied because it’s got me aching.
“How good are you at organizing paperwork?” I ask tightly.
Some of the colour leaches from her face. “Um, I’m not sure.”
“You can figure it out today, then. I’ve got stacks of shit on the desk that I haven’t had a chance to get to in a while. When Bryce gets back, I’ll have her give you a rundown of Daisy’s system.”
“Who’s Daisy?”
“Right. She’s Bryce’s fiancée. Bryce is my best friend and the only other person who works here besides myself, and now, you. There will be calls for both of us on the phone, and she has her own appointment book, so you’ll need to run any potential appointments past her before confirming anything,” I say.
She nods quickly, still pale and almost overwhelmed already. “And for your appointments?”
“My book is on the desk and somewhat on the computer. I’m shit with transferring appointments from paper to the computer, so I’d go off of the book. Just take a look at what day I’m booked till and go from there. I’m about six months out right now for small to medium pieces and a year out for large. Oh, and I don’t work Sundays. I’ll take occasional Saturdays but prefer them off too. If you aren’t sure where to schedule someone in, just let me know.”
“Okay. Anything else?”
“Let’s just start there for today,” I suggest, taking in the worry written all over her face. “We’ve got time to get you working on other things.”
She nods and releases a long breath. “Sounds good.”
“I’ve got someone coming in at ten, so if you need anything after that, Bryce will be your girl. She’s free until noon today. All of the log-in information for the computer is on a sticky note on the desk. Probably under all of the papers.”
“That’s a terrible place for it.”
I hold back a grin. “Find somewhere else for it, then.”
She keeps her gaze on me until the door opens again. Turning, she focuses on Bryce, her jaw loosening slightly. I laugh under my breath.
“Is that your car out front?” my best friend asks, her sharp blue eyes piercing into Millie.
I expected some sort of examination from Bryce, so I’m not shocked when she gives Millie a quick up-and-down look. She’s reacting the exact way I thought she would. Like she’s gone back in time.
Bryce might be a tattooed, dark-haired force of nature now, but there was a time where she was playing dress-up in her parents’ mansion, wearing handmade clothes and debating throwing her diamond earrings into the rose garden. As she stares at Millie, I know she’s thinking things that I’m grateful I can’t hear.
Millie recovers quickly, ignoring the eyes on her. “That is my car, yes.”
“What’s it doing here?”
“This is Millie, Bryce. She’s taking the front desk position,” I say, flashing her a pointed look.
Bryce blinks and darts her eyes over to me. “She is? Since when?”
“Since yesterday. And because you’re here early, you’re going to show her how Daisy started organizing things.”
“I can try it on my own,” Millie puts in, the nervous vibrations in her voice giving away how she’s feeling as obviously as the tap of her toes does.
“It will be easier if Bryce helps.”
Bryce slowly looks back at Millie. “What experience do you have?”
“I’ve already hired her,” I say sharply.
“Have you filled out the proper paperwork?”
