Page 70 of The Bet
“I have no idea. It never occurred to me that you did any work.” She could see his jaw go hard, and knew he was grinding his teeth together, biting back on what he wanted to say. “Obviously I was wrong.” She couldn’t be mean to him. He wasn’t Shoemoney. He was trying to help her.
“It’s probably a good thing that you’re not coming to my office, Laronde. You would drive me crazy, and not in a sexy way either.”
She snorted. “Virtual is good.”
“I’ll match whatever Savannah was paying you.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because I can, and because you’re local. It beats having to wait for someone to wake up in the Philippines or elsewhere. A VA in the same time zone as me, and logistically close, is better. Sometimes I need stuff done ASAP.”
“Don’t think I’m going to be at your beck and call.”
“Are you interested in working for me or not?” He seemed irritated by her reaction, and she could hardly blame him. She’d been anything but grateful. She didn’t like the idea of him being her boss, even if it was on a temporary, couple-of-hours-a-week type of arrangement, even if it was a virtual role where she didn’t even need to see him. But he’d given an easy and timely solution to her money worries.
“I—” She didn’t need to think about it for too long. She wouldn’t see any decline in earnings, given that she’d only lost the babysiting job yesterday. What was she waiting for? “Yes. I’m interested.”
“Good. Text me your email address, and I’ll send you the work piecemeal.”
“What about instructions?” What was it exactly? He’d been vague about the specifics of the job, and she was none the wiser as to what it would entail.
“You’re a college student, you’re smart, I’m sure you’ll find your way around it easily. But I’ll be sure to send you idiot-proof instructions, just in case.”
