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“You may as well just tell me. You know I’ll figure it out.” She presses her lips together like a pissed off kindergarten teacher.
I shake my head and get back to work. Something she should consider doing too. I am so not in the mood.
“You fucked them, didn’t you?”
I calmly set my pen down on the cash wrap counter. She’s not going to give up until she gets some dirt.
“Jewel, I did not fuck them. I messed around with one of them. With the other two watching,” I say as if people do stuff like that all the time.
Maybe they do, and I’m just late to the party. Better late than never, right?
She slams her hand on the counter, scaring the shit out of both Harry and me. The cat takes off for cover by crawling under a low shelf. I wish I could join him.
“I knew you had that level of dirty girl in you, Livvy. You little ho-bag.”
I say nothing but get back to filling out an order for more cat beds. After last week’s party at EastSide, business picked up a little. Or are the new sales attributable to the cards I handed out at their investor party?
Either way, I am not complaining.
“Are you gonna do it again?” she asks.
I sigh. “I don’t know, Jewel. Probably not. It was just something that happened on a whim. Not a lot of thought went into it.”
“That’s what you think.”
“What does that mean?”
She shrugs. “They like you, Livvy. I’m telling you. I know this.”
Okay. Fine. They like me. I like them too.
So what?
It’s not like I’m going to date the three of them. It’s not like I’m going to marry the three of them.
“I’ll tell you, Jewel, my top priority right now is to keep Pawsh Pets open. If I get some nooky on the side, that’s great. But I don’t know what’s going to happen to the shop.”
She runs this thought through her head until it dawns on her that if Pawsh goes down, that means no more cushy job for her.
Sometimes it takes her a while.
Sure, Jewel can get any number of jobs in the city. But there aren’t many where you can come and go,andbug your boss about her sex life.
Jewel doesn’t know what her future looks like. Neither do I. It doesn’t feel good. All I’ve worked so hard for could be gone overnight if the developers win. And if we do defeat them, does that mean the guys will go right back to trying to buy me out so they can expand?
Am I fucked, either way?
It’s the worst, feeling like everyone is out for themselves with no regard for what I want. Sure, I might have messed around with the guys, but does that mean, given the chance, that they wouldn’t run me over for their own purposes? Giving someone a blow job does not exactly guarantee they’re on your side for life.
Not that that’s the reason I did it.
Owen did say we’re all one team. But things change. People change.
“I know you’re under a lot of stress, Livvy,” Jewel says guiltily.
Finally. Someone cutting me a break.
She wrings her hands. “I know I’m a pain in the butt sometimes, but I do want to help you whatever way I can. I love this shop and you are the best boss anyone could hope for.”
