Pride (Living In Sin #1)

Chapter 16

Alec

Even if I was embarrassed, I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Pry brought me back food and, while I attempted to not scoff it down, he took the time to go over the finer details of the work.

Thankfully, I wouldn't be expected to work nights, but it was heavily suggested I was here for at least the start of the evening. As most of my work would need to be conducted through standard business hours, they expected me to do a modified 10 till 6. My days off would be a usual weekend, which boggled the mind a little. I'd never had a job where I didn't have to work over the weekend. It was a wonderful thought. What on earth would I do with a Saturday and Sunday to myself?

"It doesn't have to be every week, but it would be good for you to see what the club is like on the weekends. This is when the club is at its best and might help you with any promotional work you might end up doing. I can approve any extra time for overtime as needed. It's another perk of the job, after all. Who knows? It might be something you like."

Pry had been a little weird before, but apparently his flirty self was back again. That was something I could handle easier than the weird, introspective creature he'd been earlier. Until I got settled into all the changes that were happening in my life, I didn't need my new boss throwing me into a loop with weird mood changes.

"Maybe," I offered. It felt noncommittal enough, though Pry's shark grin did little to make me feel better. He seemed way too happy about the idea of me spending time in the club. "For now, I'd like to get a handle on your suppliers and ordering schedule. And this paperwork mess, of course."

He had the good grace to look sheepish as I brought up the piles of work strewn around the office space. Somehow, it seemed to take over every spare space. I hadn't even opened the two filing cabinets in the corner and they were overflowing. It would be comical if it wasn't now my job to sort through it all. It would be a long time till I got bored, that was for sure.

"Yes, well, none of my family has a head for the day to day and we have let it collect in here. It is why we've looked for you, after all."

Pry made it sound like I was special, but a monkey could do basic filing. It wasn't anything major, and I just shrugged. And ate. Whoever this 'Chef' was, they were fantastic at food. I was going to enjoy sneaking meals from here as often as I could. At least that was something I knew I wouldn't have to worry about for a bit. They didn't seem to have any problems with feeding me so far.

"It's going to take a bit to catch you up." I was honest with him. I was hired now, so it didn't help me to pull any punches. Just a quick look through things I could see I was going to be here for a while. "But it doesn't look like things are too bad. Yet. The place is kind of a ticking bomb. I don't know how much longer it would keep managing without someone to look after the administrative stuff."

Pry leaned over and I pulled back. I still wasn't sure just how handsy my new boss was going to be, and at this point Pry hadn't given reason to think otherwise. He enjoyed flirting just a little too much; I figured it was only going to be a matter of time before I had to set real boundaries with him. Even if it meant ignoring the crap out of how my body responded to the man.

He plucked a chip from my plate, winking as he popped it into his mouth. At least Pry seemed to be having a great time, even as I struggled with my body. It was more than a little frustrating, but I kept those feelings to myself. The last thing I needed was to give Pry more ammunition for teasing me.

"Well, I probably don't need to say it, as this is now what we're paying you for. But thank you for keeping us out of trouble. It would be a shame if the club went out of business because of our lack of office skills."

He didn't need to say it and I wished he hadn't. When he made me like him, it was harder to convince my body we were not attracted to him. If I couldn't convince my body otherwise, I was going to be in big trouble. Fucking my boss was not on my docket, but the more we talked, the more I wanted to.

And that could be very, very bad.