here.
“Done,” she answered and got up to clean. When I followed her to help, she shooed me off with a kiss on the cheek. “Get out of here, rock star. You have a tour to get on.”
Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She would be lonely and I felt bad. I felt bad for her in a lot of ways. At least she would sleep in a bed, warm and safe, tonight. I reminded myself to change the sheets before I bid her a goodbye and made my way to Dex’s place. I was on time and that, plus my smiling face made everyone do a double take. Yes, something most definitely had changed because of Emily.
Chapter Ten
Emily
Complete losers had nothing on me. I had basically begged Johnny to let me stay in his place but I really did not want to go back to Michael. Not yet. After cuddling with Johnny, I realized that maybe I deserved more than Michael could give to me. All the cheating aside, I didn’t feel as cared for by Michael as I did by Johnny Lennox, a man I had only known for twelve hours. It was weird, surprising, and fuck me . I giggled to myself. That saying still didn’t make sense at all.
I decided when I woke up that if Johnny would let me stay, I needed to get the newspaper straight away. Although I was kicked out of college, I still had some experience in secretarial work…and it wasn’t the fuck the boss for a raise kind. I quickly dressed without a shower, feeling uncomfortable using his water when it wasn’t necessary. It was one thing to let me stay but I wouldn’t want his utilities to cost him because of me this week. No one was supposed to be in the apartment. I ran down to the local drugstore and with the newspaper already in hand, I grabbed some razors and a couple of magazines while I waited for employers to call back. I was sure I wouldn’t get a job immediately.
As I walked up to the counter with my things, I saw a Help Wanted sign and I point to it with a smile.
“Are you hiring?” I inquired as I looked to the older, heavy framed woman. She couldn’t look more uninterested if she tried.
“That is what the sign is for,” she countered in a thick New Yorker accent.
“Well, may I please have an application?” I tested with a smile.
She looked me up and down, while she started to ring up my purchases with one hand. With the other hand, she reached for a white paper pad to the side and ripped the top sheet off. After I paid, she handed me the plastic bag with the piece of paper in it.
It wasn’t until I made it back to Johnny’s apartment that I noticed the paper was a one side application. Quickly, I found a pen and started to fill out the form. After signing my name to allow them to run a background check, I suddenly wondered how many sheets of paper that woman pulled off a day. I was probably part of the masses that were unemployed and I drew in a deep breath.
I had to cut myself some slack. I had just walked in on my husband thrusting into his secretary, I left the only home I ever cared about, and I drove five hours to live in the apartment of a rock star who wasn’t even here. That sequence of events had to require alcohol. I eyed the bottle that Johnny had brought out the night before and twisted my lips at it. It could wait. I kicked off my shoes and started in on the help wanted ads.
Circling only two ads for office assistant work after scouring the newspaper was not what I had expected. Two jobs. I called one number and spoke to someone who couldn’t care less I had called by the monotone and robotic answers to my questions. By the end of the second phone call, I felt a little bubble of frustration in my chest. At one point, I snapped at someone who insisted I shouldn’t have called without taking the secretarial test. The fact that I had to take a test to see if I even qualified for the job was not good. I had to type seventy words per minute. Honestly, besides Facebook and the occasional email to my family with updates on Michael, his job, and our house, I hadn’t typed since
“Done,” she answered and got up to clean. When I followed her to help, she shooed me off with a kiss on the cheek. “Get out of here, rock star. You have a tour to get on.”
Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She would be lonely and I felt bad. I felt bad for her in a lot of ways. At least she would sleep in a bed, warm and safe, tonight. I reminded myself to change the sheets before I bid her a goodbye and made my way to Dex’s place. I was on time and that, plus my smiling face made everyone do a double take. Yes, something most definitely had changed because of Emily.
Chapter Ten
Emily
Complete losers had nothing on me. I had basically begged Johnny to let me stay in his place but I really did not want to go back to Michael. Not yet. After cuddling with Johnny, I realized that maybe I deserved more than Michael could give to me. All the cheating aside, I didn’t feel as cared for by Michael as I did by Johnny Lennox, a man I had only known for twelve hours. It was weird, surprising, and fuck me . I giggled to myself. That saying still didn’t make sense at all.
I decided when I woke up that if Johnny would let me stay, I needed to get the newspaper straight away. Although I was kicked out of college, I still had some experience in secretarial work…and it wasn’t the fuck the boss for a raise kind. I quickly dressed without a shower, feeling uncomfortable using his water when it wasn’t necessary. It was one thing to let me stay but I wouldn’t want his utilities to cost him because of me this week. No one was supposed to be in the apartment. I ran down to the local drugstore and with the newspaper already in hand, I grabbed some razors and a couple of magazines while I waited for employers to call back. I was sure I wouldn’t get a job immediately.
As I walked up to the counter with my things, I saw a Help Wanted sign and I point to it with a smile.
“Are you hiring?” I inquired as I looked to the older, heavy framed woman. She couldn’t look more uninterested if she tried.
“That is what the sign is for,” she countered in a thick New Yorker accent.
“Well, may I please have an application?” I tested with a smile.
She looked me up and down, while she started to ring up my purchases with one hand. With the other hand, she reached for a white paper pad to the side and ripped the top sheet off. After I paid, she handed me the plastic bag with the piece of paper in it.
It wasn’t until I made it back to Johnny’s apartment that I noticed the paper was a one side application. Quickly, I found a pen and started to fill out the form. After signing my name to allow them to run a background check, I suddenly wondered how many sheets of paper that woman pulled off a day. I was probably part of the masses that were unemployed and I drew in a deep breath.
I had to cut myself some slack. I had just walked in on my husband thrusting into his secretary, I left the only home I ever cared about, and I drove five hours to live in the apartment of a rock star who wasn’t even here. That sequence of events had to require alcohol. I eyed the bottle that Johnny had brought out the night before and twisted my lips at it. It could wait. I kicked off my shoes and started in on the help wanted ads.
Circling only two ads for office assistant work after scouring the newspaper was not what I had expected. Two jobs. I called one number and spoke to someone who couldn’t care less I had called by the monotone and robotic answers to my questions. By the end of the second phone call, I felt a little bubble of frustration in my chest. At one point, I snapped at someone who insisted I shouldn’t have called without taking the secretarial test. The fact that I had to take a test to see if I even qualified for the job was not good. I had to type seventy words per minute. Honestly, besides Facebook and the occasional email to my family with updates on Michael, his job, and our house, I hadn’t typed since
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