“I HAVE A job for you,” said Taylor the next day. We were in the pool, floating in the water on tubes. “It doesn’t pay much. Not yet, at least. But, if you play your cards right, you might get some hefty quarterly bonuses.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, feeling hopeful.
“I need someone to schedule appointments, order supplies, and keep my books organized. Do you think you can handle something like that?”
“Are you kidding? Of course I can do that,” I said, excited. “What about benefits?”
His smile faltered. “Babe, I can’t offer them right now.”
“So, no health insurance?”
“No, but I can pay you fifteen bucks an hour.”
Fifteen bucks wasn’t bad. “You mentioned quarterly bonuses?”
“Yeah. Hefty ones.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re not talking about s*x, are you? Because, don’t ge
