Hired Help - Working Stiffs Book One - Plot & Excerpts
“What?” Realizing she’d spoken the words out loud, Rose Jackson blushed and quickly turned away from the male rear end she’d been studying. “Nothing. Sorry. I was just wondering if this was a Fabio Lesasse. French mid-twentieth century artist, limited edition print.” She leaned toward a picture on the wall, uncomfortably aware she was lying like a rug, babbling while she did it, and embarrassed as hell she’d revealed her private thoughts. A snort answered her. “Hmph.” Her security officer and sometime bodyguard returned to his scrutiny of the back of a bedside table. He was thorough, no doubt about it. Another point in his favor - to go along with his really world-class butt. “Look, Mel, d’you really think all this is necessary?” “My job is to keep you secure, Ms. Jackson. I won’t take any chances with your safety.” “Yeah, but jeez. Under the bed, I can see. Checking the closets? Okay, I’ll buy that too. But behind the bedside tables? This is a private resort, for God’s sake.
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