“I doubt it’s our job to move all these shelves.”
“Well, it’s not their job to do it, and Mrs. Garcia wasn’t in her best mood.”
Jenny huffed. “The woman needs to get laid.”
Jules laughed. Jenny was a petite woman with long golden hair and big blue eyes. He’d almost describe her as angelic, but it all changed when she opened her mouth. He’d grown used to it by now, but in the beginning, she’d left him speechless more often than not.
“I’m serious. I think we should hire her a prostitute, for the sake of the work environment.”
“That’s illegal.”
She widened her eyes. “It is? Oh no, I’ve already booked one for my sister-in-law this coming weekend.”
“You’re insane!”
“I’m kidding.”
“I know you’re kidding, but you’re kidding about getting your brother’s wife laid, and it’s…it’s…I’m lost for words, Jenny.” He flattened his palm against his chest, and she snickered.
“I’m sure it would put her in a better mood.”