Shit. What do you eat, girl? No wonder you're so skinny." His brows furrowed and he looked concerned.
I smiled. "Don't worry, I can take care of myself. I brought my own food."
Cookie breathed a sigh of relief. "We'll always have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches."
"Good to know," I said.
I went out to the dining room and surveyed the lines of tables and benches, clearly set up for feeding a crowd. Because it was just the staff, everyone gathered at one table, passing bowls of food, family style. Even Will was there. I picked up dishes and silverware and joined the table, sitting at an empty seat on the bench right next to Will. My jean-clad leg brushed his and he flinched. I intentionally ignored him.
Cookie had made pinto beans, Mexican rice, and salsa that were all safe for me, in addition to chicken and cheese for the others to make tacos. I filled up a bowl and looked around.
"Hi, everyone!" I chirped.
"So, what's this about you not eating meat?" asked Jimmy. "You some sort of hippie?"
"Veee-gan!" I sang. "I just don't want to eat animals. I think they should have rights."
The table stared at me, all except Stephanie, who smiled.
"Fucking liberal," I heard Will mutter under his breath. Such an asshole. A tan, handsome, muscular asshole.
If he was going to be this way the whole time, I wasn't sure how I'd make it through the summer. I needed this internship for my program. So, I reminded myself to be polite to the boss, even if he was rude.
I let out a breath. "I understand that you might not want to make my choices," I said, as calmly and diplomatically as I could, "but they are mine to make." Then I couldn't help myself and hissed, lower, "And, seriously? What is your problem?"
Will just stared at me. But I saw something flash in his eyes, perhaps a thrill at egging me on?
Motherfucker. He is not fucking this job up for me. "I'm so excited for this first group of kids to come," I gushed to the rest of the table, ignoring him and his surliness.
After dinner, in the bunkhouse, I picked up my phone, thinking about the day. Only I could have two naked (or almost naked) run-ins with my hot boss within a matter of minutes. I laughed to myself and checked my messages.
How was your first day of work?
This was Amelia, texting me.
I rode a horse. I saw my sexy but right-wing asshole boss naked. And he saw me topless in a thong.
I thought this was summer camp not a nudist colony.
You don't seem surprised by my misadventures.
I know you. Let me know how he is in bed.
Girlfriend . . .
Legally, you'll need to sign a love contract before you sleep with your boss.
No need for legal advice yet.
Well, it's only your first day.
How Many Acres?
"GOODNIGHT, JOHN BOY," I called to Janine, who laughed at The Waltons reference. I think she was old enough to have seen that show on TV. I'd never actually seen it. My parents had always said that to me and my siblings before we went to bed. "Goodnight, Ma," I sang to Stephanie, who giggled.
Given the sleepy atmosphere, instead of having a nightcap of the tequila I’d brought with my food stores, I finished unpacking, put on my jammies and crawled into the bottom bed of my bunk. Janine and Stephanie beat me to sleep, Janine sleeping in a long sleep t-shirt and Stephanie sleeping in frumpy granny pajamas.
It was wholesome. Quite. Novel, really, for me to be so wholesome. I normally drank a beer before bed and slept nude if I could pull it off. Not here, though.
As I lay in my bunk bed in the dark, I couldn't help but think of Will and his impressive body. A sexy man? Yes. But not one who respected me or my core beliefs, apparently, given the name-calling. That said, he was serious man candy and thinking of him made me tingle in all the right places on my body. Since there was no privacy, however, I just curled up. I must have been worn out from the day because I fell asleep immediately and did not dream.
The insistent clanging of a triangle—seriously, a
I smiled. "Don't worry, I can take care of myself. I brought my own food."
Cookie breathed a sigh of relief. "We'll always have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches."
"Good to know," I said.
I went out to the dining room and surveyed the lines of tables and benches, clearly set up for feeding a crowd. Because it was just the staff, everyone gathered at one table, passing bowls of food, family style. Even Will was there. I picked up dishes and silverware and joined the table, sitting at an empty seat on the bench right next to Will. My jean-clad leg brushed his and he flinched. I intentionally ignored him.
Cookie had made pinto beans, Mexican rice, and salsa that were all safe for me, in addition to chicken and cheese for the others to make tacos. I filled up a bowl and looked around.
"Hi, everyone!" I chirped.
"So, what's this about you not eating meat?" asked Jimmy. "You some sort of hippie?"
"Veee-gan!" I sang. "I just don't want to eat animals. I think they should have rights."
The table stared at me, all except Stephanie, who smiled.
"Fucking liberal," I heard Will mutter under his breath. Such an asshole. A tan, handsome, muscular asshole.
If he was going to be this way the whole time, I wasn't sure how I'd make it through the summer. I needed this internship for my program. So, I reminded myself to be polite to the boss, even if he was rude.
I let out a breath. "I understand that you might not want to make my choices," I said, as calmly and diplomatically as I could, "but they are mine to make." Then I couldn't help myself and hissed, lower, "And, seriously? What is your problem?"
Will just stared at me. But I saw something flash in his eyes, perhaps a thrill at egging me on?
Motherfucker. He is not fucking this job up for me. "I'm so excited for this first group of kids to come," I gushed to the rest of the table, ignoring him and his surliness.
After dinner, in the bunkhouse, I picked up my phone, thinking about the day. Only I could have two naked (or almost naked) run-ins with my hot boss within a matter of minutes. I laughed to myself and checked my messages.
How was your first day of work?
This was Amelia, texting me.
I rode a horse. I saw my sexy but right-wing asshole boss naked. And he saw me topless in a thong.
I thought this was summer camp not a nudist colony.
You don't seem surprised by my misadventures.
I know you. Let me know how he is in bed.
Girlfriend . . .
Legally, you'll need to sign a love contract before you sleep with your boss.
No need for legal advice yet.
Well, it's only your first day.
How Many Acres?
"GOODNIGHT, JOHN BOY," I called to Janine, who laughed at The Waltons reference. I think she was old enough to have seen that show on TV. I'd never actually seen it. My parents had always said that to me and my siblings before we went to bed. "Goodnight, Ma," I sang to Stephanie, who giggled.
Given the sleepy atmosphere, instead of having a nightcap of the tequila I’d brought with my food stores, I finished unpacking, put on my jammies and crawled into the bottom bed of my bunk. Janine and Stephanie beat me to sleep, Janine sleeping in a long sleep t-shirt and Stephanie sleeping in frumpy granny pajamas.
It was wholesome. Quite. Novel, really, for me to be so wholesome. I normally drank a beer before bed and slept nude if I could pull it off. Not here, though.
As I lay in my bunk bed in the dark, I couldn't help but think of Will and his impressive body. A sexy man? Yes. But not one who respected me or my core beliefs, apparently, given the name-calling. That said, he was serious man candy and thinking of him made me tingle in all the right places on my body. Since there was no privacy, however, I just curled up. I must have been worn out from the day because I fell asleep immediately and did not dream.
The insistent clanging of a triangle—seriously, a
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