Husband For Hire

Georgia"Georgia, it's time for you to settle down with someone."I glanced up from where I was resting on my VIG Chesterfield sofa, mid-shift to keep from indenting the material, as I'd trained myself to do. At the foot of it stood my mother, who was giving me such a deep disapproving look that I almost, almost made a move to sit up properly. Her expression was the definition of disappointment. Slim nose upturned, devil red lips twitching. I already knew where this conversation was heading and I let my cheek fall onto the cool leather with a sigh."This again?" I said."You're almost thirty, Georgia," she said, folding her arms across her chest, the many bracelets lined with diamonds on her arms jingling as she moved.Her dark hair was tied in a tight bun on the top of her head, giving her an all-around stern aura.I raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm only twenty-five. I don't really think that's close to thirty.""Your father and I married when we were twenty-two," she said matter-of-fa

Wilson"Maybe I'll forgive you if you give me a kiss," she joked, causing all of her douchey colleagues to laugh along with her.For the tips, for the tips, for the tips, I chanted in my head. "Maybe when I get out," I flirted.Her eyes flicked up and down my body and I felt my skin crawl. Ew, just ew. "Anyone else need anything?" I inquired.One of the other ladies muttered something I probably didn't want to hear under her breath. I decided to take their silence as a no, so I flashed them a quick smile and hurried away. Tables two and eight needed to be wiped down still and I didn't see either oneof the two busboys on shift around to clean it.Just as I turned to head into the back Collin appeared in front of me, scaring me a bit."Geez, warn a man when you're approaching like a ninja.""Please wipe down tables two and eight" he requested, pulling at his necktie. "They've been dirty for the past fifteen minutes.""I'm way ahead of you," I said, letting a little irritation bleed int

Georgia"The plans for the hotel in Wailea, Hawaii have gone accordingly. Both our construction team and the town mayor have approved the blueprints. I have the estimated budget here and if you approve, you may sign and we could start the construction by next week."I looked up from my phone to see a few nervous pairs of eyes blinking at me. I turned to my wild-haired assistant, Henry, who had the same apprehensive expression on his face.I'd forgotten I was in the middle of a meeting. I had no idea what we weretalking about. I cleared my throat. "If my mother agrees to it, let's go along with it.""Uh, Georgia, your mother said for you to oversee this," Henry whispered to me. "If we go to her she will scold us.."I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Were they still talking about the building of the hotel resort in Wailea? Or had we moved on to something else? I couldn't concentrate today.It was all that guy Wilson's fault. It'd been one week and he had yet to call me. Every few secon

"Yeah, a weird note," I told her, pulling it out of my pocket and handing it to her. "Don't you remember? Or were you too drunk?"Brows furrowed, she smoothed out the wrinkled paper and skimmed over it. I waited for her reaction to the tip amount, but her face didn't change. "I was worried that I didn't leave a tip, but I see that I did.""What's with the forty-three cents?" I asked because I couldn't help myself."I like for a flat dollar amount to be taken out of my bank account."Well, that kind of made sense. I didn't understand how she wasn't in shock over the total, though. "Yeah, I've been meaning to return it to you.""Return it to me?""You were drunk, you didn't know what you were doing. I haven't spent any of the money." I promised her. "I'll return it to you right now. Let me grab my checkbook.""I don't want it," she interrupted, shoving the receipt back at me. "Do as I said and take it as an advance."I paused, staring at her like she was crazy. "An advance? For what?""

"Hello?" I answered."Did you give me a false address to deceive me?""Uh, no. Why?""I don't think I'm in the right place."Walking over to the one window in my bedroom that looked over the street, I peeked out of it, seeing a sporty black BMW idling in front of my apartment.Yeah, that was definitely her. "I'll come outside," I told her and hung up, quickly pulling on a pair of jeans and throwing on the first shirt I came across.The stairs groaned as I descended them in my socks, feeling my heartbeat start to increase. I hadn't got to warn Georgia of just how crappy my apartment was. No wonder she thought she was in the wrong place.A squatter was entering the first-floor apartment. I gave him a quick wave. Once outside, I hurried over to the BMW, tapping on the tinted window. It rolled down and Georgia appeared, looking apprehensive."This is a prank, right?""What is?""You live here?"I gave an awkward laugh. "Er, yeah. It's affordable. I'm almost ready. You can come up and wai