As annoyed as she was with herself for succumbing to the need to fantasize about Ashley, it did what Jenny hoped, taking enough off the edge of her desire to make her productive again. She slid out of Vera’s front seat, humming under her breath as she got to work. Before she knew it, it was seven o’clock, she was covered in dust, and Otto was yelling at her from the doorway to remind her to go home.
Jenny grinned at her boss, using her sleeve to wipe away the sweaty grime from her forehead. “Since when do you care about charging a rich customer overtime?” she taunted.
“Since I know you’re not going to clock the extra hours on account of his being your friend,” Otto snapped. He jerked a thumb toward the building behind him. “Leave it for tomorrow, Jen. The only one who cares about that ol
