“I’m sorry, sweetie,” Nicolette said. “I’m sure you’ll find something soon. So, this guy interviewed you?”
“Yeah. Some big brass over at Mattheson Bank downtown, the corporate office. I was late.”
Nicolette frowned. “Must have been really big brass — a VP or CEO or something — if he gets to interview his kid’s tutor at work.”
“I’m pretty sure his tie costs more than what I make in a year. Anyway, I had to practically run after him and try to convince him he should hire me.” She winced. “That was probably not the best move.”
“You didn’t try to sit on his lap, did you?”
“What? No!” Victoria laughed. “I jumped in his private elevator with him. The receptionist looked like he was about to get a heart attack.”
“That’s not something I would ever imagine you’d do, Vic.” Nicolette eyed her suspiciously. “Was he hot?”
Victoria bit her lip and nodded. “Oh my God, is that why I ran after him?”
Nicolette burst out laughing. Victoria groaned, fell backwards on the bed and covered her face with a pillow.
“You know, if you find yourself running down hot bankers in hallways, it may be a sign you really need to get laid. Like, soon,” Nicolette said.
“I know!” Victoria’s voice was muffled from the pillow over her face.
“It’s been two months, babe.” Nicolette grabbed the pillow and her face hovered over Victoria’s. “You’re not still hung up over Jason, are you?”
“What? No!” Victoria tried to grab the pillow from Nicolette, who pulled it away from her reach.
“Oh really? Have you seen anyone since then?”
Victoria gave up trying to get the pillow back. “I’ve been busy. I’m job-hunting, remember?”
“Fine,” Nicolette said. “But once you get a proper job, I’m setting you up with some guys I know.”
“I thought you said a girl doesn’t need a boyfriend.”
“What is this, the 19th century? I didn’t say anything about a boyfriend. All I’m saying is sex will do you some good.”
“Is that why you’re always so bright and cheerful?” Victoria teased. She picked up a mushroom and artichoke quiche. “Because of all the sex you’re having?” She grinned evilly.
“Damn right it is. And I’m going to make sure you’re getting some soon, even if I have to pay for it.”
Victoria nearly dropped the quiche she was in the process of biting into. “Really, you’d do that?”
“How about we see if anyone will do you for free first.” Nicolette pretended to look her friend over with a critical eye.
“I don’t know. I think I smell like doughnuts. Is that a thing men like?” Victoria sniffed the front of her shirt. When she first started work at the Foxhole, she enjoyed the aroma of coffee and pastries. After a couple of weeks, however, it started to get old. And stick to her clothes and hair.
Nicolette sighed. “You seriously need a new job.”