I set the plates on the dining room table and pulled out an aim-and-flame. “Et voilà” I said and lit the thin layer of cognac on top. As expected, their eyes lit up and I got to spend the rest of lunch listening to Miss Baxter outline the details of the job offer while Anise trailed her fingers up and down the length of my thigh under the table.
Everything was going fine until Miss Baxter insisted that I give a full two-week notice. “The owner of the hotel employing you is a dear old friend of mine,” she said. “I’d hate to have her thinking that I was poaching her best talent for my own little venture.”
“Um, okay,” I said. “Been working there two years, I guess two more weeks won’t kill me. I’m glad you enjoyed lunch, Miss Baxter. And thank you for the generous job offer.”
I watched as
