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“Many people try to work for me because they hope I will fund their latest venture. And this is not the way for you to get funding.”

“Look, dude, I don’t even know who you are. Obviously, if I had, do you think I would have been…” I was about to say rude, but I stopped myself. “Do you think I would have served you Nespresso yesterday?”

He paused for a couple of seconds. “And you do know how to make proper coffee?”

“Of course,” I said.

“And the reason why you served me crappy coffee yesterday?”

“Because you were on your phone and you were being rude, and I just wanted to see if you would actually be able to taste the difference.”

“I see. I do think it was a little harsh that Charlotte fired you, and I certainly don’t want you to become homeless on my account. And if you are this culinary whiz that you say you are, then I think the job is yours.”

“What?” Gladys said, voicing exactly what I was thinking.

“You’re giving me the job?” I asked him in shock. “Really?”

“Yes,” he said, smirking. “Unless you have changed your mind about wanting it.”

“Not at all,” I said. “I am more than happy to become your new housekeeper. This is absolutely amazing. Um, when do I start?”

“Tomorrow,” he said. He looked at his watch. “Now I have a call. Gladys, you’ll take care of the paperwork?”

“Yes, sir. But are you—”

“Please take care of the paperwork.” He cut her off, and she pressed her lips together. I had a feeling Gladys didn’t like him. I had a feeling that not many people that worked for him liked him, and if I had any other option, I wouldn’t be taking the job. I mean, he was the one that got me fired, but his pay was quadruple what I was making at the coffee shop. And he was busy. He was most probably going to leave town within a couple of days. This job would be a piece of cake, and he owed me. So what if I’d lied and said I knew how to cook beef Wellington and cheese souffle? It wasn’t like he would ever find out.

“I’m ready to do the paperwork, Gladys,” I said with a smile. “Thank you so much, sir.”

“You can call me Mr. Joseph,” he said. “I’m Finn Joseph.”

And while I knew I was making a huge mistake, I couldn’t stop myself. Finn Joseph was the very last man in the world I wanted to work for, but maybe this would be a summer of fun. Maybe I’d get to feel his bare hands on my naked bottom. I blushed at my thoughts, but I knew that was part of the reason I was taking the job. Maybe I was ready for my very own hot and naughty girl summer.

ChapterEight

Checking Account Balance: $150

Savings Account Balance: $10

Boyfriend Count: 0 and it looks like it might be that way forever.

“Polly and Chelsea, thank you so much for coming to help me pack.”

“If I’d known how much crap you had,” Polly said, her eyes wide as she looked around my room, “I may have said no.”

“Very funny.” I stared at her. “I can’t believe I have to pack up my entire life.”

“This isn’t your entire life,” Chelsea said, giggling. “Mom and Dad said you have a bunch of junk in the garage.”

“Whatever,” I said. “Also, have you guys spoken to Mom recently? She’s threatening to divorce Dad again.”

“Oh, I know,” Polly said. “I was just like, okay, Mom, go ahead.”

“No way,” Chelsea said. “Why would you tell her to do that?”

“Because she keeps saying she wants to divorce Dad,” Polly said, shaking her head as she grabbed a bunch of books and dropped them into one of the brown boxes on the bed.

“Hey,” I chastised her. “Be careful with those. Those are my favorite books.”

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