Chapter 3-1
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Chapter 3
The phone rang when I’d only been home from work for about fifteen minutes the next evening.
“Well?” It was Marie.
I laughed.
“You spent the night?”
“I did.”
“And?”
“She’s a lot hotter than she looks.”
“I’ll bet!” Marie snickered.
“And she asked me to go to St. Lucia with her next week.”
“Girl! What did you fall into?”
“I’m not sure yet. But if I go, I’ll have to quit my job. They’d never let me take a full week off in the middle of the year and I think we’d be gone for three or four weeks.”
“Then what are you going to do for money? How are you going to pay the rent?”
I knew she’d ask. “She offered me a job, too.”
“Doing what? I know you’re good, but good enough to have someone pay for it?”
I had to chuckle. “As her personal assistant.”
“Personal assistant? Uh huh.” I could tell Marie wasn’t buying that.
“No. Really. She says she needs someone to take care of her correspondence and calendar. You know, and answer the telephone” That was what Car suggested I tell everyone until I was ready to confess the truth.
“And what else?” Marie was suspicious.
I laughed again. “That’s not included in the job description.” I brushed it off. “But I’m sure there’ll be overtime.”
“I bet.”
“It would get me out of that store, it’s boring there.”
“And it doesn’t pay that much.”
“I’d be making a little more than at the store.”
Marie let out a low whistle.
I took a deep breath. “I’m not sure what to do.”
“Do you like her? Was last night worth repeating?”
“I like her a lot, and yes, I’d love to repeat it. This could be the beginning of a serious thing. God! We wore each other out last night!”
“Don’t brag.” She laughed. “Has she asked you to move in with her?”
“No!” I laughed. “I won’t move in with her.”
“Where does this woman live?”
Oh, oh. I knew this would come up. When I told her, she exclaimed. “What?”
“Uh…yes,” I confirmed.
“What does she do for a living?”
“Stocks. She used to work on Wall Street. She’s a stock broker.”
“How rich is she?”
I was amazed. “How would I know? That’s not usually the question someone asks on a first date.”
“You’re gonna have to watch what she does so we can all invest.”
“I know.” That was non-committal.
“Is her house beautiful?” Marie asked.
“Spectacular. There’s a two hundred and seventy degree view from the terrace outside her bedroom on the second floor and you can see all the way into the city.”
“Does she have anyone else working for her?”
“A whole gaggle of them. I know she has a cook, a housekeeper, and a chauffeur. I suspect she has a gardener, too, because the place is beautiful.”
“Damn! Then she must be loaded.”
I didn’t respond.
“Well, if you decide to move, let me know. I love your apartment. I’ll sublet it from you.”
I shook my head, even though she couldn’t see it. “I probably won’t be moving, but I’ll keep you posted.”
“Okay,” Marie sighed. “So I guess a movie is out this week.”
“Yes. If I decide to go to St. Lucia with her…and I emphasize the if…I’ll need to get prepared. I’ll probably need to go out and buy a few clothes.”
“Then if I don’t see you before, have a good time.”
“I haven’t decided to go yet,” I reminded her.
“You will. I don’t see why you wouldn’t.”
“Okay, talk to you soon.”
The call was clicked off.
So, what was I going to do? Then that thought flashed through my mind again: If I accepted her job, why wouldn’t it make me a prostitute? What was her logic in that? Would I be expected to do any other things? Would I still have to pay taxes or was this under-the-table? Does she always jump this quickly into a relationship? My mind was jumping all over the place. I guess I’d have to ask more questions.
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