"So have you made your move yet?"
"No. I haven't done anything yet. I had Clyde take her back to her apartment to get her things so she can start work tomorrow."
Jack laughed. "And what will she be doing since you don't eat at your house ninety percent of the time?"
"I guess maybe I'll start eating there from now on. I lied and told her I was going to be having a few parties soon that she'd have to create menus for. I could do that too."
"Cool. Make sure to invite me because I want to get a look at this sexy cook who should have been a maid," Jack joked.
"You're the last person I'm having to a party, man. You'll be all over her two minutes after you walk through the door. You're a dog, dude."
He winced like what I said hurt him. "You cut me deep, Eric. Do you actually think I'd swoop in on a girl you had your eyes on? What kind of friend and business partner do you think I am?"
"The kind who would do exactly that. Do you remember when I told you I liked Casey? Not a day later, I caught you trying to ask her out in the stockroom."
Narrowing his eyes, he hummed. "That's right. I am a dog. Damn. What if I promise to not make a move on your cook? Can I still come to the party?"
I blew the air out of my lungs slowly, already sure I didn't want to have any parties. "If I decide to do anything, I'll let you know."
"So how much are you paying this woman to basically appear in your fantasies until you sleep with her since you don't need a cook?"
There was no way in hell I was going to tell Jack I'd agreed to pay a full time salary for a cook I didn't need. Drinking the last of my scotch, I stood up and headed toward the door.
"Night, Jack. See you tomorrow."