by Oliver, Tess
Well, I was a girl and I loved Fridays. I could even manage a wide range of duties depending on what they were. And traveling abroad was a bonus. I grabbed my phone and punched in the number.
“Regent Realty,” a deep male voice answered.
“Yes, my name is Jayden Clark, and I’m calling about the Girl Friday job.”
“When can you come for an interview?”
“Oh, uh, anytime. I’m rather free these days.”
“Friday at ten? The address is on the ad. Bring your resume.”
“Great.”
“We’ll see you then.” He hung up.
I had no idea what I’d just done but I figured what the heck. What did I have to lose?
Chapter 3
I’d opted for my black business skirt, button-down white blouse, and black pumps for the interview with Regent Realty. I twirled once in the mirror. The skirt, my favorite, had grown a bit tight in the bottom. So much for my lose ten pounds on the cheese puff diet blog idea. I took my picture and shot it off to Rita. “What do you think?’
She texted right back. “Nice, sophisticated but sort of dowdy. Unbutton the top button.”
I had to be the only woman in history to pull off the sophisticated yet dowdy look. I did as Rita suggested. She was right. Less dowdy.
“Good luck!” Rita texted.
I picked up my ivory vellum resume and the portfolio I’d carefully assembled with my career highlights and headed out the door. The address was across town and I made sure to give myself plenty of time. I wanted to impress them. It had been two years since my last job interview and I was nervous. I wondered how many people would be on the interview panel and what their vetting process was like. Hopefully the questioning would not be too intense.
One hour later and exactly eight minutes before the interview, I was on my third trip around the city block where I was fairly sure the office was located. But there was no sign and the traffic behind didn’t let me slow enough to read the addresses. I pulled into a parking lot and called Rita.
“Hello,” she spoke quietly into the phone.
“Uh oh, did I call at a bad time?”
“No, but Sergeant Darren has been patrolling the cubicles making sure everyone is working.”
“What an ass. I can’t find the realty office. I’m using Google maps and I was fine through the part where it said go west on Sapphire St.”
“But Jay, you live on Sapphire St.”
“I know. I managed to find my way off of my own street but everything went to shit after that. And I’m going to be late.”
“Don’t freak out or you’ll perspire. Give me the address.”
I read off the address and Rita called me back. “I’m looking at the office on Google Earth. Can you see a Starbucks?”
“That’s like asking if I can see a palm tree,” I said starting to hear my voice slip towards panic.
“It’s right next to a Starbucks. That’s the best I can do.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Rooster alert, I’ve got to go.”
I pulled back out onto the road, drove several minutes, and slammed my brakes on in front of the coffee shop. The driver behind me had a few kind words and gestures for me as he pulled around me. There was one spot open and I was going to have to parallel park, which I hated. I put my car in reverse and started backing up. The angle was all wrong. I pulled forward again and hoped that none of the other drivers had guns in their cars. I twisted back and reversed just as a motorcycle snaked the spot.
I threw the car in park, hopped out, and marched in heels toward the biker. He was wearing a black helmet with a tinted face shield and black leathers. But I was pissed enough to take him on. “Who says chivalry is dead? I mean clearly there are still some men of honor in the world.”
He turned off the bike and stood, all six-foot-four give or take an inch of him. It could have been the leathers, but I now realized I was facing down a giant with the shoulder span of two normal sized men standing side-by-side. He dragged his long leg over the back of the bike and stood watching me for a minute.
“You leather draped jerk—”
His massive arm lifted and he pointed ahead with a gloved finger. I twisted back to see what he was pointing at. A spot had opened up two cars ahead. I raced to my car, jumped in, and parked. The guy had disappeared into the coffee shop, but I felt satisfied that I’d given him a piece of my mind.
A laminated sheet of paper was the only signage on the Regent Realty office. A broken mini blind hung crookedly over the window. I stepped inside with my paperwork tucked securely beneath my arm. The laminated paper on the door should have clued me into how the place would look on the inside. One yard sale purchased desk sat in the center of the room with a folded piece of cardboard tucked beneath one leg. It held a laptop computer, a desk blotter covered with some rather impressive doodles, and a phone. Fold out chairs like the kind used in the school auditorium sat in front of and behind the desk. Aside from some unused picture nails and a rather unsightly stain, the walls were bare. Maybe it was just a temporary work place until the designers had finished with their posh Beverly Hills office.
The door from a back room opened and a tall, well-built man with cropped blond hair and an earring walked out. His t-shirt and jeans did not exactly jive with the picture I’d held in my mind of a real estate agent. His smile was the kind that could be used in lieu of any well-practiced pick-up line. Rita and I had come up with a system of rating men on how many tequila shots would be required for the guy to be attractive. This guy was a one shot guy. Little alcohol needed.
He stuck out his hand. “You must be Miss Clark. I’m Taylor Paxton. Please call me Taylor.”
His hand was slightly callused. Always a good sign. “Nice to meet you.”
“The boss will be here in just a second. He’s on his way.” He pointed to the fold-up chair. “Sorry about the furniture situation. This is just a temporary office.”
Relief. I sat on the cold metal chair and imagined a plush, rolling chair with cushioned arms in their new office.
The front door opened. “Your ten o’clock is here, Nick,” Taylor said.
A large figure circled around the desk and placed a black helmet and gloves down next to the phone. He combed back his long dark hair with his fingers. Pale green eyes looked at me over the wobbly desk. “We’ve met.”
Taylor looked puzzled.
“You took my spot,” I said matter-of-factly.
“It’s not your spot until you’re actually parked in it.”
Mind debate. Continue to spar with the guy over the friggin’ parking spot or land this job. I leaned forward. “My name is Jayden Clark. Here’s my resume and my portfolio.” I dropped them in front of him.
“Nick Regent.”
“I’ll let you get on with the interview,” Taylor said and returned to the back room.
Mr. Regent looked down at my resume. Why do men always end up with the long, thick eyelashes? Really— how was that fair? Seconds later, he lifted his gaze. It caught me slightly off guard, and I found myself instinctively yanking my tight skirt down farther over my thighs.
“Do you have a passport?” he asked.
“A—a passport? Yes.”
“Can you type and answer phones?”
I stared at him a moment. “There are cats on Youtube who can type and answer phones.” I pointed to my portfolio. “I think if you take the time to peruse my portfolio, you’ll see that I’m highly qualified in sales and marketing.”
“Besides birth control, are you on any medications?”
Once I’d regained my composure, I found my tongue. “First of all, not that it’s any of your business and— why the hell do you assume that I’m on birth control?”
His brazen gaze drifted from my neck to my breas
ts and I had the urge to pull my skirt down more.
He looked at my face. “Just a hunch. We’ll be traveling so you can’t have any health problems.”
I reach forward and quickly grabbed up my things. “I can see I’m overqualified for this position. Good day, Mr. Regent. I’m sorry to have wasted your time.” I stood and headed to the door.
“We’ll be in Tahiti for a month, accommodations paid,” he said.”
I froze. New mind debate. But it was over in an instant.
I turned back to him. “Do you mean sparkling beaches, azure seas, and tiny drink umbrellas Tahiti?”
“Yeah. We fly out in three days.”
“I’ll take it.”
“Leave the resume. I’ll need your personal info to reserve your plane ticket.”
I guess my professionally crafted resume had come in handy after all. I handed it to him, all the while wondering if I’d gone completely insane. Mom would freak for sure.
He faced his laptop. “I’ll call you tomorrow with the flight information.”
I stood there a moment longer then realized he was done with me. “Well then, I guess I’ll just get out of your way.” I headed to the door again.
“Oh, and lose the librarian uniform,” he said.
Again I spun around.
He didn’t look up from his computer. “It’s going to be hot over there.”
“Good bye then, Mr. Regent.”
I walked back to my car in somewhat of a daze. I had to be crazy to even think about taking this job. I called Rita.
“Hey, I got it!”
“Yay! I’d do a happy dance but there’s no room in my crappy cubicle. So, what are your duties?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Oh,” Rita said with a little less enthusiasm than a second before. “Is the salary enough to live on?”
I had not even asked about money. “I’m not sure. But my accommodations are paid.”
“Oh.” Another drop in enthusiasm. “What will your hours be?” Rita asked hesitantly, as if she was fairly certain what my response would be.
“I’m not—”
“What the hell have you done, Jay? You can’t seriously be considering this.”
“We leave for Tahiti on Tuesday.”
Rita fell silent on the other end, highly unusual for her. “Tahiti?” she finally uttered. “You’re leaving for Tahiti?”
“I know it sounds crazy, but I’m a big girl. I can handle this. Besides, after this last week, I really need some adventure.”
“Well, it sounds like you’ve found some. If it’s what you need . . .” Rita, being the true friend she was, tried her best to sound supportive. “I’m just worried about you, Jay.”
“I’ll be fine. But I’ll miss you, Rita.” My throat tightened.
“Tahiti? I doubt you’ll have time to miss me. But I’ll definitely be thinking of you while I’m stuck in this drudge-filled office. How’s your new boss? You mentioned that he had a nice, deep voice.”
I thought about Nick Regent for a moment. “Well, Rita, let me put it this way. He’s a zero.”
“A zero?” A span of silence was followed by a small but audible gasp. “Do you mean a zero as in no alcohol needed?”
“Yeah.” Zero shots needed guys were rare, elusive, and better left untouched, but you definitely knew when you spotted one.
“Oh my God, can I stow away in your luggage?”
I smiled. “I’ll let you get back to work, Rita. Call me later. I’ve got some shopping to do.”
An hour in traffic gave me time to realize that I was nuts and I was convinced I’d just told a serial killer that I would fly with him halfway across the world. I squirmed out of my skirt, pulled on some sweats, and swore an oath to myself that I would stop my junk food binge or risk having to buy a whole closet of new clothes. Then I sighed in disappointment and picked up the phone to call Regent Realty. I had a tendency to be impulsive, but this was psycho even in my book.
“That took longer than I’d expected,” the deep voice said. Why the heck was I already recognizing his voice?
“Traffic. How did you know I’d be calling?”
“I figured by the time you got home you’d have gone through a number of horror movie scenarios in your head.”
“Well, I’ve given it some thought and—”
“I used the email on your resume to send you a copy of my realtor’s license, a link to our website, and a copy of our listings in Tahiti. We also have offices in Hawaii and Brazil.”
My mind dashed instantly to Hawaii and Brazil. “All right. I’ll look it over and give you my answer today.”
“In an hour or it will be harder to book you on the same plane.”
Another mind dash— a delightful vision of me sitting in first class next to Mr. No Alcohol Needed, but sipping a glass of champagne anyhow, because it’s complimentary in first class.
“So you read my resume?”
“Some of it. Impressive.”
“What detail sealed the deal for me?”
A long pause. “To be honest— that black skirt.”
“Well!” I said attempting to sound outraged. Then I remembered that his biceps and pale eyes had been behind my acceptance of the job, and I had to give him points for honesty. “Fine then. I’ll let you know in an hour.”
Chapter 4
In my madness of attempting to shove everything I owned into two pieces of luggage, I’d nearly forgotten my passport. I was in the midst of my frantic search for it when my mom walked in. Had to come up with a way to get my damn key back.
“New pearls?” I asked. “They’re beautiful. Now please help me find my passport.”
She stood in the center of the room like a Rodeo Drive mannequin and I found myself scurrying around her. “Please, Mom. The airport shuttle is picking me up in half an hour.”
“Your sister is devastated that you’ll be missing her wedding.”
“No she’s not. She was fine with it. Besides, she’d decided it was time to change her bridesmaid line-up. She was tired of having me as maid of honor.”
Mom did not move from her spot. “Michael said Regent Realty has only had two successful transactions in the last year.”
I stopped and faced her. “You had Michael check out the company?”
“Yes, so shoot me. I’m a worried mom.”
“I wonder if I left it in my medicine cabinet.” I hurried past her but she grabbed my arm. “Jay, please reconsider. Michael said you can have a job in one of his offices. The pay is good and you won’t have to travel to some third world nation.”
“Tahiti, Mom. You and Michael honeymooned on Bora Bora remember?”
I rummaged through the medicine cabinet. No passport.
I raced back to the living room. “Mom, please. I’m in total panic mode.”
She sighed loudly and strolled to the kitchen. She pulled the canister marked tea from its spot next to the other canisters that I never actually used. She opened it and pulled out my passport. Ancient looking macaroni noodles rolled off of it onto the kitchen counter.
“How the hell did it get in there?”
“When you moved in I told you to use a canister for hiding important things.”
The old passport in the noodle trick. It was all coming back to me now. I momentarily wondered what I’d hid in the others, but time was disappearing and I still had to get dressed.
I took the passport from Mom. Botox prevented her from looking truly worried but I could see it in her eyes. “I’ll be careful, Mom. I’ll email you daily and call when I get a chance. Try not to worry.” I hugged her and kissed her cheek. “And for what it’s worth— I love that you still worry about me.”
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nbsp; Nick sent a text that he and Taylor were in the terminal waiting area and to find them as soon as I was done checking in. My dreams of first class champagne were dashed, but at least they still sold those cute mini bottles in coach. I needed one right now. I hadn’t seen my new boss since the interview. We were basically strangers, but I figured we would have an eight hour flight to get to know each other.
The airport was always a crazy stream of hurried travelers and there was no way not to get stressed. A nervous stomach had made breakfast impossible and now my stomach lining was so empty it felt like my stomach was eating itself. I stepped into one of the shops and grabbed a bag of trail mix and a couple of magazines and then took a deep breath and headed to the waiting area.
Nick’s head was easy to spot. Even slightly slumped in the chair, he was taller than everyone sitting around him. Even his partner, Taylor, seemed impossibly small next to him and he wasn’t a particularly short guy. I had opted for flat sandals to wear with my favorite green sundress, so I would look positively miniature next to him.
Taylor spotted me first and waved me over. “You made it,” he said with a bright smile. His boss, on the other hand, could only muster a nod of the head. His shoulder length black hair was tucked behind his ears as he stared down at his phone, showing off his long curtain of black lashes to their best advantage. He was obviously thrilled to see me.
“So have you ever been to Tahiti?” Taylor asked, his blue eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. It was hard not to like the guy instantly.
“No, I’ve never been there. I’m embarrassed to admit that I’ve hardly been on any vacation in the past few years. I’ve been a workaholic, which ended up being a waste of time in the long run. I did travel to Mazatlan with a boy— a friend, but it turned out to be a lousy trip.”
A small laugh came from the direction of the otherwise silent boss. He still hadn’t looked up from his task of texting. Then I momentarily wondered if he was texting a girlfriend and that thought dampened my spirits. Of course it was stupid of me to think that a guy like him wouldn’t have a black book list as long as a spoiled child’s Christmas list. I decided to ignore the derisive laugh and continued my conversation with the much more congenial Taylor.
