Woman in Hot Water [Wet and Willing 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free

pdfs when they were done? It would have been nice for him to tell her something about the way he liked things done. Oh, well, sooner or later he’d emerge to ask her to get him a coffee or something. Actually, he’d probably want an apple and a health drink. This was the Aquatic Center after all.
    The very thought of an apple and a coffee made her stomach rumble. She hadn’t had breakfast since the gym-trial pass ran out, but her belly hadn’t gotten the message yet. It was after ten, and she was hungry. Hopefully around twelve or twelve thirty she could break for lunch. Her stomach would just have to shut up until then.
    The constant stream of people eased off around eleven, and she typed in the staff e-mail addresses. Most of them were already in the system, and she made an e-mail group so she could send the rosters out to everyone in the group. Then she wondered if perhaps the rosters were secret, and she could only tell each person their own shifts. Dammit, she needed to speak to the boss.
    Kendra wrote a list of the questions she need to ask, picked up the orders she’d prepared, and determinedly knocked on his door.
    “What?”
    It wasn’t exactly “Come in,” but she’d take what she could get. She opened the door and stood in the entry, waiting for him to look up and acknowledge her.
    “Yes?” he asked impatiently.
    She walked quickly over to his desk and placed the papers in front of him. “These are the things your staff need. I’ve written up orders for them. Should I phone through the orders now or wait until you’ve signed them, then scan them and e-mail the pdfs?”
    He stared at her. Now what’ve I done wrong?
    She rushed on. “With the staff rosters, should I just e-mail people their own shifts, or is it fine to send the entire roster to everyone? And I couldn’t find out where you order the toilet paper from. Do I simply drive down to Walmart and buy some?”
    “The roster is supposed to be pinned up in the break room, so it’s okay to send the whole thing to everyone. Someone should have thought of e-mailing it to the staff ages ago. The toilet paper comes from the same people who do paper towels and soap and stuff. You can phone the order through first for anything we ordinarily get. If it’s something new, ask me first.” He bent and scribbled his signature on the pile of papers, quickly glancing at the suppliers and quantities of items as he did.
    “I’ll print out a roster and put it in the break room. Where is the break room? How long do I get for lunch, and at what time should I take it?”
    “You get half an hour and need to be back at one, so you can answer the phone when I go for lunch. The break room is at the end of the hallway.”
    He looked down at his own papers again, and Kendra figured that was dismissal, so she picked up the signed papers and left, shutting the door silently behind herself. She needed to get a move on if she was to have lunch and be back by one.
    She printed off the roster, then grabbed some duct tape and hurried out to the break room. The roster on the wall there was two weeks old. No wonder everyone wanted to know their shifts. She glanced quickly around the room, noticing the microwave oven, a toaster oven, and a boiling water unit. Oh good. She’d be able to cook her evening meal here and eat something hot and cheap. Excellent. Even instant noodles sounded good after eating peanut butter sandwiches the past two evenings for her supper.
    Just before one o’clock, the man who’d been in to visit with Mr. Osborne early that morning was back. Jordan, he’d said his name was. “Hi, Kendra,” he said and walked into the inner office.
    He wasn’t bad-looking either. Mr. Osborne was tall, broad shouldered, and heavily muscled. Jordan was tall, too, but lean, wiry, and blond. He smiled and looked happy though. Mr. Osborne seemed a little on the grumpy side.
    As long as she got paid, that was all she cared about. A week’s trial then she would have