My gaze swung back to Bianca and asked, “How would you feel if Zoey handled my Instagram account?”
Bianca looked momentarily shocked. Then she covered that up with a too wide smile. “Well, naturally I’d be fine with whatever you wanted.”
“That’s all I wanted to know.”
Krista stared at me, like I had just sprouted horns. Then she stood up, signaling the end of the interview. “Thanks for coming in. We’ll let you know.”
Bianca shook her hand, my hand and then Krista walked her out.
Zoey turned. “You’re going to let me do your Instagram?”
“Yeah.”
“But I don’t have a phone.”
“We’ll get you one.”
Her smile was so sweet, it pissed me off that I hadn’t gotten her one already. I watched as she wandered out of the room. She began to chat with the lady who worked at the front desk. I stood up. I needed to jerk off and then sleep. In that order. I was so hungover, dehydrated, and horny, I felt almost stoned. But not the good kind of stoned. The bad kind.
Krista returned and shut the door.
“What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing.”
“You sure?”
“Just too much alcohol last night.”
“Zoey told me some guys came over last night.”
“Yup.”
She crossed her arms. “So the bonding is happening?”
“It was a start.”
“So, are you sure about Bianca?”
“No clue. Is she a good fit?”
“You didn’t hear a word of those interviews, did you?”
“Krista.”
“Ryan, you need a PA. Please trust me when I tell you this.”
“I know.”
“Well, Bianca might be a bit too hockey wife for me, but she is certainly the most qualified, and she did make a point of telling us she had a boyfriend.”
Cautious. “Okay.”
She lifted her hands. “She has the most multi-media skills. She has a background in PR so she will be a wiz at helping you with your social media. She seems really organized, and she didn’t seem opposed to doing all the chores like buying your groceries or picking up your dry cleaning. She seems willing to step up and get the job done.”
“That’s good, right?”
Krista crossed her arms. “I think Diane would be a better personality fit for you and Zoey.”