Page 60 of Just So You Know, I Don't Work Friday

My sisters were embarrassing me. They also knew that he was a jackass. I told them he was a jackass because he’d been one in the coffee shop. He’d been a completely different man since I came to the house; he was still a bit obnoxious but much friendlier and more fun. I didn’t know if I thought that because I was attracted to him and he’d given me an orgasm, but something about him made my heart flutter in ways that it shouldn’t, seeing as I barely knew him.

“So does that sound like a plan, Harriet?” he asked, and I realized I’d spaced out again.

“Sorry, can you repeat that?” I asked him, not even blinking. Normally, I would pretend like I’d understood what he said, but what if he’d asked me if I wanted a threesome or something crazy? I was just like, “Yeah, sounds good.” I didn’t want to make that mistake again, even though my misunderstanding or not hearing what he’d said the first time had led to a pretty enjoyable morning delight.

“I was saying, ‘Why don’t you come up with a menu and come to me in thirty minutes?’ I’ll be in my office working.”

“Okay,” I said. “Sounds good.”

“I have a question,” Polly said quickly. I turned to look at her, but she wasn’t looking at me.

“Sure. What is it, Polly?” he said, and I was impressed that he remembered her name.

“What sorts of people will be at the party tonight so we know if we should tailor the menu toward them?”

“Oh, it will be intellectuals,” he said, looking to the side.

“Intellectuals?” Chelsea said. “What does that mean?

He grinned. “I don’t know. People who are intellectual.”

“So, businessmen,” I said, shaking my head. “More Wall Street banker sorts?”

He pursed his lips. “Um, I wouldn’t say that. No.”

“Okay.” I shrugged. “What would you say, then?”

“As I said before, intellectuals.” He looked over at Polly and Chelsea. “Thank you both for coming last minute. I really do appreciate your help.”

“You’re paying a lot,” Chelsea said. “Even if I had a date with Brad Pitt himself, I would’ve dropped it for this gig.”

That comment made Finn laugh. “Well, I’m glad to know that you have a good work ethic.”

“I don’t know that I have a good work ethic,” she said, “but I’m broke.”

“Chelsea,” I said, glaring at her.

“What? We’re all broke. That’s why we’re here.”

I turned to look at Finn and shook my head. “I mean, she’s not lying, but…”

“It’s fine,” he said. “I’m sure you three young ladies don’t necessarily expect to have a lifelong commitment to the service industry.”

“I don’t know,” I said, then wrinkled my nose. “Okay. I don’t exactly expect to be a housekeeper for the rest of my life, but I’m finding that it could be quite an enjoyable experience.”

“And you’ve only been a housekeeper for half a day,” he said with a wink. “I’d like to think that I’m part of the reason why it’s such an enjoyable experience.”

I blushed at his words and his meaningful look. I cast my eyes to the floor. “Well, you know,” I said, looking anywhere but at him.

“No need to be so coy,” Chelsea said, looking over at Finn. “We know what you two got up to earlier. A little hanky-panky? Hey, we’re her sisters. Of course, she was going to tell us.”

“Chelsea,” I admonished her quickly.

“Well, I think that’s my cue to leave. Have a good afternoon, ladies. And Harriet, I expect you in the office within thirty minutes with a menu,” he said with a devilish smile.

“Sure, boss,” I said quickly, watching as he exited the room. When he closed the door behind him, I turned to my sisters and glared at them.

“Guys, you totally embarrassed me.”

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