The Rocker That Savors Me(6)
A man stepped forward with a clip board in hand. His hair was short and ginger, when he smiled there was a chip in his left tooth, and his beefy hands looked more beef than hand. “Are you Miss Jameson?” He gave her a leering once over, and I felt my heckles rise. Did this fucker think he could look at her like that? I decided then and there that I was going to spend the day whether I got the job or not.
“That is me, yes.” Her tone was cool, her body tense.
“Well, little lady, we got your things for you. How about showing us where you want them.” His tone was fully of suggestions.
I left the doorway and walked up beside of Ember. “How about doing your fucking job, instead of sexually harassing the pregnant lady, douchebag?”
I actually felt some of the tension leave the other woman when she felt me beside of her. “Actually, I have a better idea. How about I call your boss, tell him how you are talking to me, and see how long you keep your job.”
The fucker actually had the gall to grin. “I’m the boss.”
“Wow, and you are still in business?” Ember batted her eyes up at him sweetly.
“Yes ma’am. We’re the best around here.” I wondered why he had a southern accent if he was the best in Los Angeles County. Maybe he was the best in Alabama or Georgia from his deep drawl, although I still couldn’t see him being the best anywhere with the way he was talking and practically eye fucking Ember.
“That’s wonderful.” She pulled her cell out of her back jeans pocket and started dialing. “You know, I heard that you guys were the best. I didn’t know I would get the full pervert treatment though. I really am going to have to thank Rich for recommending you guys to me.” She smiled, but I could see the steam practically coming from her ears. “Hey, Rich. How’s it going you rotten pile of shit?”
“You know, I’m so thrilled with the movers that you recommended. The fact that the owner is helping with moving my things into my house is great personal service. That the guys mysteriously had to go in to the studio a week early just hours before the movers arrive… Well, gee that was just too bad.” I could hear the sarcasm, could feel the rage slowly building in her slight frame. “No, no. Thank you for all of your help… I realize you’re busy, but I just wanted to let you know that Jesse will be stopping by later to beat the fuck out of you… Yes, you mother fucker! And you keep this shit up I’ll have my guys signed with someone else by the end of the fucking month! I hear that bitch Gabriella’s manager is just salivating to get them on board. You know, what with rumors of Axton dropping you for Craig, I doubt you couldn’t survive long without my guys.”
There was a long pause where she had the phone pressed to her ear and seemed to be glaring off into space while she listened to whoever was on the other end. Finally she smiled a real smile this time. “That’s what I thought.” She pulled the phone from her ear and offered it to the mover. “He would like to speak with you.”
Brows raised, the man with a slight beer belly took the phone. “Hello?” His curious look turned to one of surprise. I watched in fascination as the man turned pink, then just as quickly a sickly pale. “Yes, sir. I understand, sir. Thank you, sir.”
Fingers trembling he returned the phone. His eyes were downcast as he spoke to Ember again. “I apologize for speaking to you that way, Miss Jameson. If you would, please show us were you would like your things and we will get started… If you still want us to do the job, ma’am.”
Ember’s green eyes were frosty. “You’re already here, so you might as well unload. I’ve already set pictures of everything the way I want them placed. It’s pretty self-explanatory, but if you have a question, ask it. Don’t just assume. You fuckers aren’t leaving until everything is where I want it.”
“Yes, ma’am.” The man nodded and turned to his men, barking orders to get started.
Ember turned to me with a grimace. “Thanks. I appreciate your help.”
I shrugged. “I didn’t do much, but you’re welcome. If you don’t mind, even if you decide that you don’t want me for the job, I’d like to stay until they get done…or your guys get home.”
“Let’s talk inside. I could use something to drink. Would you like something?”
Chapter 3
Layla
I followed Ember into the kitchen, barely taking in the living room as we passed through it. It was empty except for the pictures on the floor showing what and how she wanted her furniture placed. She was exceptionally well organized, but I guess she needed to be after years of taking care of the members of Demon’s Wings.