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

this job and could get an apartment. Only a few more days of sleeping in her car. Besides, now she was working here she wouldn’t have to pay the entry fee to use the showers, and with that saving, she could spend a little more of her carefully hoarded money on gas and food. Even having a place to legitimately leave her car all day long was wonderful. Up until now she’d had to remember to move it every three or four hours during the day. From the mall, to the cinema, to the sports stadium. Any large parking lot that didn’t require her to pay to park there.
    Night time places to park were even harder to find. People would notice if she parked in a street with houses, and a lot of places drivers had to take a ticket and pay, which she really didn’t want to do. Like the airport. That would have been the perfect place to spend time with showers, electrical outlets, and all sorts of free activities. But the parking costs were wicked. She’d stay here late tonight, as late as she could, then drive to the farthest mall in the area. She’d avoided it for the past few days to save gas, so that would be the best place to sleep tonight. Then she’d come back here at six when they opened to have a swim and a shower before work. Maybe even try out the sauna and hot tub. On that thought she smiled at her cell phone, fully recharged for the first time in a week, courtesy of the electrical outlet beside her desk.
     
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    “Kendra’s very conscientious,” said Jordan, gazing at Osborne as he undressed for bed.
    “Huh?”
    “Kendra. The new receptionist. Always there no matter how early I arrive in the morning. Still there at night when we leave.”
    “She must be swimming. She wasn’t at her desk when I left. In fact, she came in the other night to say she was leaving and wanted to know what the computer password was before she logged off.”
    Jordan shook his head. Some days he wondered what planet Osborne’s brain lived on. He’d hoped Osborne might have joined a few of the dots, but evidently not. “Osborne, I’m almost certain Kendra is homeless and living in her car. She’s there at six when we open. She’s there at ten when we close. I’ll bet you a hundred dollars that bag she carries has her clean clothes in it as well as her swimming gear.”
    “But everyone brings their clean clothes to—What, you mean like, the only place she showers is at the Aquatic Center? That she does her laundry there as well? What makes you say that?”
    “Likely she takes her towels and outer garments to the laundromat, but I bet she washes her underwear in the showers and dries it under the hot air blower. As I said, she’s there from when we open until we close, and it’s not to use the diving boards and waterslide because they aren’t open at six in the morning or at ten at night. If you’d ever walked past her car, you’d see the passenger seat is piled high with things, and there’s a pillow and sleeping bag on the backseat.”
    “What’s this got to do with me? With us?”
    “I think you should offer her an advance on her salary so she can get an apartment. She’s doing fine in her job, and we can’t keep losing staff. No one has complained about her to me, and that’s a first,” added Jordan.
    He watched as Osborne stared at the ground, obviously thinking. Then he nodded. “Yes, that’s fair. It’s lucky I’ve got you to nudge me into acting like a good boss. I guess I just don’t notice those sorts of things. Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome.”
    “Am I welcome in here, too?” asked Osborne, sliding a hand into Jordan’s sleep boxers.
    “I thought you’d never ask.” Jordan thrust his cock up into Osborne’s hand. All thoughts of Kendra or the Aquatic Center left his brain, and all he could think about was his lover, his partner, and what they were about to do.
    They’d been together for five years, first as business partners and occasional fuck-buddies, but for the past two years