“That Corey guy is a hottie,” Jimmy said to me when he came back to the office one afternoon.
Yes, I know.
“And?” I asked as I worked in QuickBooks, checking on overdue accounts receivable.
“He asked if you were on another job or something.”
Really?
I looked up at him. “What did you say?”
“I told him you were busy with the books.” Jimmy set down the pool brush and net he carried and sat behind his desk.
“His response?”
“He just looked at me, kind of sardonic-like, and gave me this half-smile. Then he went back to what he was doing. Oh, and he asked for the key back to the side door.”
I’d forgotten I had it.
I took it out of my pocket to hand it to Jimmy, but he declined.
“Sorry, boss man, but you have to do that cleaning next week. I gotta go out of town for a gig.” Jimmy was a member of a moderately successful bluegrass band.
So I’d have to face Corey myself. Great.
“Thanks for the heads up.”
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