The Job (New York City Bad Boy Romance #2) Read online

  “Well, I’d like to try it out,” she says. “I think it would be a wonderful way to draw attention to the section.”

  “Yeah, but what I’m telling you is that you won’t have room for a section, and what little you’ll be able to put there isn’t really going to be worth the flight of stairs.”

  “Well, it’s not going to be a flight of stairs,” she says. “It’s only an extra eighteen inches.”

  “Eighteen inches is a lot,” I tell her. “Unless you want it to just be a sheer three-foot drop-off, it’s not going to be an efficient use of space.”

  “Well, why don’t we try it my way, and if it doesn’t work out, we can always change it back to what we talked about yesterday, sound good?” she asks.

  It’s not an unreasonable suggestion, but I’m really not in the mood to haggle.

  “It’s your call,” I tell her. “If you want to waste the money, that’s your choice, but I do have to tell you that it’s going to take a little more time to get that much of your floor torn up. You know that it’s concrete under that carpet, right?”

  “I’m aware,” she says. “Now, why don’t you go see if you can round up the rest of your crew and let’s do it my way? That’s what I hired you to do, so just do it.”

  “I’m just trying to help,” I tell her.

  “It doesn’t seem like you’re trying to help anything,” she answers. “What it seems like is that you’re going to just reject any changes that I want to have done because you don’t want to work your crew. Speaking of which, why are there only two guys out there? You told me you’d be here by nine.”

  “I was here by nine,” I answer. “José was here before that. There’s a lot to do in preparation for this. We can’t just start tearing shit up without making sure we have the right tools to survey what we’re doing. I’ve got an electrician and a plumber coming in to work on any wiring and piping in that storage closet and that wall you want us to open up for your new window, and that’s something that’ll have to be taken care of before we can get that taken out. So, if you could just relax and at least let me and my men get started before you jump all over us with new ideas that, frankly, are never going to work, maybe you should—”

  “Mr. Dawson,” Jessica interrupts. “I get that you’re having a bad day, and I’m not going to bother asking why as it’s none of my business. What is my business, however, is what happens in my store, and that includes what your crew does and the way that you talk to me. And to be honest, I’m not very impressed with either right now, so if you don’t want me to tear up that contract, maybe you should go back to doing what you do, I’ll go back to doing what I do and I think we can successfully avoid each other until you calm down and remember how to behave as a professional.”

  Let it go, Eric. Just let it go.

  “That’s pretty rich,” I scoff. “I don’t come in here and tell you what to do with your lingerie section or how to display your shoes. I get that you’ve got some ideas, but if you want this coming out in a way that’s not just going to end up costing you time, money and customers, maybe you should listen to someone that’s been doing this for a while and get off my back.”

  I’m pretty sure I just talked myself out of a job.

  “Mr. Dawson, I think it would be the best thing for both of us if you leave my office,” she says.

  I’m looking for something to say to maybe smooth things over, but nothing’s coming to mind.

  “And I think that should happen now,” she says.

  “Great,” I tell her and walk out of the office.

  I just went off on a client. I’ve never gone off on a client—well, not one that didn’t deserve it.

  Yeah, some of her ideas are pretty naïve, but I shouldn’t have done any of that.

  By the time I get back to the work area, Ian’s showed up, but Lou’s nowhere to be found.

  “Anyone seen or heard from Lou?” I ask.

  Everyone just shakes their heads.

  I pull the phone out of my pocket and dial the number.

  “Yeah, boss, I’m headed over now.”

  “Do you know what time it is?” I ask.

  “I know I’m running a little late,” he says, “but you wouldn’t believe this party last night, boss. It was off the—”

  “You’re fired.”

  With that, I hang up the phone.

  I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before. I feel a lot better, and I didn’t have to get in hot water with the client.

  What’s left of my crew looks up at me, this being the first time I’ve ever actually fired someone.

  “There’s room in the unemployment line if that’s what you’re looking for,” I tell them.

  I’ve never seen my men clear an area so quickly.

  Chapter Three

  Two Gallons of Regret

  Jessica

  We’re three weeks into the remodel, and nowhere near completed.

  It took them three days just to get everything surveyed so they knew what to remove before they knocked down the walls and now that whole area is a complete eyesore.

  I realize that these things take time, but I’ve never seen such a lazy crew in my life.

  Worse still, Eric has been fighting me on every little change I want to make to the project. He keeps telling me that we’re setting back the clock, but this is my store, and I want what I want.

  I do feel kind of bad about having them dig out that two-foot sunken area only to have them refill half the resulting hole in the store, but how was I supposed to know that it wasn’t going to work?

  Right now, I’m walking toward the front, trying to keep as much distance between the crew and myself as possible. If they see me, they don’t bother acknowledging it and that’s just fine by me.

  When I get to the front, I ask Linda the same question I’ve been asking her for the past two weeks, “Slow day, huh?”

  “Yeah,” she says. “You’d think with all the beefcake we’ve got in here, we’d be pulling in all the unhappily married women in town, but everyone’s afraid of getting splinters in their eyes.

  “What do you think I should do?” I ask. “I thought the job was supposed to be done by now, and it doesn’t look like they’ve gotten hardly anything done.”

  “This crap takes time,” Linda says. “My dad worked in construction for a few years when I was a kid. He’d take us by a build a couple of times a week and it never looked anywhere near done until it was really nearly done.”

  “So you think I should give it more time?” I ask.

  “I don’t know,” she says. “It’s your store. What I can tell you is that if business doesn’t start picking up, we’re going to run into some serious trouble.”

  “Yeah,” I tell her. “You’re right about that part.”

  “So, do you think I should ask Eric out on a date?”

  “You can’t be serious,” I laugh. “He’s got to be one of the most unrefined person I’ve ever met. You should hear the way he talks to his crew when he thinks we’re out of earshot.”

  “Oh, I’ve heard him,” Linda says. “I don’t know if it’s the whole gruff male thing or the fact that I’ve got some pretty serious daddy issues, but hearing him go off on those guys makes me think I should start bringing a towel to work.”

  “A towel?” I ask, but instantly I regret the question.

  “Yeah, so I can have something between my legs so customers don’t slip on the—”

  “Got it,” I interrupt. “Like I said, though, at least until they’re done working here, there’s a hands-off policy regarding the crew.”

  “Hands off?” Linda asks. “So that means I could still use my—”

  “There’s no way to end that sentence that’s going to get anything but a ‘no’ out of me,” I interrupt again.

  “And, by the way, when you first hired them, you said that I could do whatever I wanted as long as it wasn’t during store hours. I’m starting to get the feeling that you might have a l
ittle crush yourself,” Linda teases.

  “That is absolutely the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” I tell her.

  “Shh,” Linda says, far too loud to be discreet.

  I look up and Eric is walking over to me.

  “Hey,” he says, “can we talk a minute?”

  “Sure,” I answer, forcing a smile.

  We’ve had a number of talks throughout the last few weeks, and not one of them has been something that I wanted to hear.

  Still, though, it can’t always be a negative thing. At least that’s what I tell myself so I don’t claw my own eyes out every time he says those six words.

  We get back to my office and he closes the door behind him.

  “What’s up?” I ask.

  “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting over the last little while. The day that I got this job, I—well, the reasons don’t really matter. You were right when you said that I was being unprofessional, and I’d like to make it up to you.”

  “What did you have in mind?” I ask.

  “How about dinner?” he asks. “I’m buying.”

  “So,” I sigh, “you wanted to come in here and apologize for being unprofessional by asking me out on a date?”

  “Kind of,” he says, “yeah.”

  “You really don’t know women very well, do you?” I ask.

  “I’m sure there’s more than a little truth to that statement,” he says, “but I’m not suggesting anything salacious. Just the two of us over some good food in a situation that might just help us get along better. I’m not asking you to move in or anything.”

  “I don’t know,” I tell him. “Dinner sounds a little familiar to me.”

  “All right,” he says, “lunch, then. Me and the guys are set to knock off at noon, we could grab a hot dog or something.”

  “I don’t eat hot dogs,” I tell him, “but thanks for the offer.”

  “Well, what do you eat?” he asks. “I’m sure we can find something that’ll fit the bill.”

  I’m a bit suspicious, but he does seem to be trying to make a nice gesture.

  “It’s not a date,” I tell him.

  “That’s fine,” he says.

  “It’s just two people who work together going to grab some lunch.”

  “All right,” he says. “I’ll go tell the guys they can go on break, and we can go get something to eat.”

  “All right,” I tell him. “Let me get my things and I’ll meet you in the front.”

  That was a mistake, as I can already see the faces Linda’s going to pull when she sees me walk out the door with the man I just got done telling her was so unrefined. Maybe she’ll understand that we’re just trying to bury the hatchet.

  Okay, that’s just a pipe dream, but I’m sure it won’t be that bad.

  Eric goes and tells his crew whatever he tells them and I grab my jacket and walk out to meet him.

  Linda’s chatting him up, no doubt using her signature set of single-entendres to try to convince him that she’s what he should be drilling.

  “Ready to go?” I ask as I reach the counter.

  “Yep,” he says. “Where’d you decide to eat?”

  “You two are going to lunch together?” Linda asks.

  “Yeah,” Eric says. “Why?”

  “Oh, no reason,” Linda says. “I just found it interesting, that’s all.”

  She turns to me and very conspicuously winks.

  “Are you going to be able to handle the front?” I ask.

  “Look around,” she says.

  I do and realize that the people I thought were customers were just my salespeople.

  “We’re screwed, aren’t we?” I ask.

  “Pinned to the floor without any lube,” Linda says. “Enjoy your lunch.”

  Well, at least she didn’t try to invite herself along.

  “Where are you going?” she asks.

  “I thought we might stop and get a quick bite at Carver’s,” I answer.

  “Ooh, romantic,” Linda coos.

  “It’s a work lunch,” I snap and she puts her palms up toward me.

  “Have fun,” she says. “Try not to eat any baby kittens on your way there, boss.”

  “Why haven’t I fired you yet?” I ask.

  “Because you couldn’t live without me,” Linda smiles.

  “That’s right,” I tell her. “I might need you to remind me of that every once in a while.”

  “Sure thing, boss,” she says and goes back to whatever she was doing on her phone.

  Eric and I leave the store and start walking.

  “So, tell me about yourself,” he says.

  “Oh, not much to tell,” I answer. “I moved here a few years back. When I got to Lady Bits, well, first off, it wasn’t called that at the time. It was actually a hipster warehouse.”

  He laughs. “That sounds pretty dreary,” he says.

  “Oh, it was,” I answer. “Nothing but black plastic glasses as far as the eye could see. I’m pretty sure that most of them didn’t have prescriptions in them.”

  “So what made you decide to go into women’s clothing?” he asks.

  It’s an obvious question that should have an obvious answer, but I find myself grasping for anything with which to respond.

  “I don’t know,” I tell him. “I guess I’ve always said that I wanted to provide women of all sizes an option in clothing where they could still get designer clothes without the designer price tag, but really, I think it comes down to the fact that I don’t really know how to run any other kind of store.”

  It’s small talk, sure, but it’s kind of nice seeing a side of him that’s not such an asshat.

  “What about you?” I ask. “What got you into contracting?”

  “It’s a family business,” he says. “My grandfather started this company about fifty years ago. My father worked here, all my brothers worked here. It was just kind of inevitable, I guess.”

  “How many brothers?” I ask.

  “Four,” he says.

  I can’t help but cringe. “I’m sorry,” I tell him.

  “Yeah,” he laughs, “me too. Hey, I didn’t think of this, but does this Carver’s place have a dress code? I don’t think what I’m wearing really qualifies as formalwear.”

  “No, it’s just a bistro,” I tell him. “I’ve seen people show up looking almost as grungy as you, so I think it’ll be fine.”

  “Gee, thanks,” he says. “Like I was telling you,” he goes on, “I really do apologize for the way I’ve been acting. I let my personal life bleed into my work, and I want you to know that’s not how I usually do business, and I just wanted to let you know that I’m glad to be working with you, and I think we’re going to end up with something really great.”

  “About that,” I start, and I can already see his muscles tensing. I know that means resistance is probably on its way, but it’s not a bad perk.

  “Yeah?”

  “I was wondering if there was any way we could extend the window a little bit farther than we talked. I know you guys have already cut out the frame for what we’d already discussed, but as I was walking in today, it really struck me that people coming from that direction on the sidewalk could see what we have so much easier if the window went just a little bit farther.”

  “How much farther are you thinking?” he asks.

  “Only like three, four feet or so,” I answer.

  He takes a deep breath to calm himself.

  “If it’s going to be a problem—”

  “It shouldn’t be a problem,” he says. “It’s just that we’ve already got everything set up for what we had initially talked about, you know, what we decided on after what we decided on during the initial discussion.”

  He’s a bit curt, but it’s dialed way back from what it has been, so I let it slide.

  “I know,” I tell him, “but I really think it would add something unique to our store and could really help bring in the foot t
raffic.”

  “You’re the boss,” he says. “That’s going to push our timetable back a little bit, though. We’ll have to cut out more of that wall and make sure everything’s reinforced, after that, we have to do the moldings and—”

  “I’m sorry. Could you excuse me for a minute?” I ask and pull the vibrating phone out of my pocket. “Hello?”

  “Jessica, it’s Mom. How are you doing?”

  “I’m doing great, Mom,” I answer with my usual false cheer. “How are you?”

  “Listen, are you busy right now? There’s something that I need to talk to you about.”

  “What’s that?” I ask.

  “This isn’t really something I want to tell you on the phone,” she says. “Is there any way you could come see me after you’re off work today?”

  “I’m pretty busy with everything. What’s going on?” I ask.

  “I really think it would be best if we talked in person, dear,” she says and I’m starting to get a little nervous.

  “Is it Dad?” I ask. “I’ve been telling him that he needs to listen to the doctor and start exercising more, but he won’t listen to me about it.”

  “It’s not your father, sweetheart,” she says and now I’m really worried. Mom only drops the word “sweetheart” when something really bad has happened.

  “What’s going on?” I ask again.

  “Why don’t you come up here for dinner?” she asks. “I’d say we’d come see you, but your sister’s got the car right now, and I don’t think she’ll be back with it until later tonight.”

  “Mom, she has her own car,” I tell her. “She just wants to use yours because she knows you’ll fill the tank.”

  “Dear, it’s really important.”

  “Just tell me what’s going on,” I start. “I have a lot going on right now, and I don’t know if I can conceivably—”