“He was worried, I guess. I guess if everybody in town knows you sleep in on Sunday, imaginations run wild.”
Am I that predictable? “As you can hear, I’m intact and breathing. Next time you get a call from that busybody, you should threaten to charge more for the chocolate and champagne packages Big Apple promotes.”
Another laugh. “I’m not going to rag you about it, I promise. But, if you met a guy last night, yay for scoring.”
Kit let out a small chuckle. “Tish, is there another reason for this call?”
“Yes, sorry, I don’t mean to embarrass you. I got an urgent phone call from Dare’s Destiny. They’re having a special tasting today and last night the refrigerator holding all their food broke down.”
Kit had visited the local winery a few times. Tish often supplied chocolates for them, and she had an idea where this conversation headed.
“Oh, lord.” It came out more as a reaction to Sidney’s hand down the front of her jeans. She’d wriggled underneath the zipped fly and rubbed her clit. “Er, that sucks. I’m guessing you’re at the shop now?”
“They don’t want to cancel because people have paid the tasting fees in advance, so yeah. Want to earn some extra coin?”
Kit preferred to strip down to nothing and topple onto Sidney’s futon with the hot blonde underneath her. She couldn’t leave Tish to fulfill a large, last-minute order by herself, though. The chocolatier treated her too well.
“Give me a few minutes to clean up, and I’ll be over as soon as I can.” So much for a hot morning fuck. She eyed Sidney and her heart sank on seeing the other woman pout.
“Oh, you’re an angel. Kit, I’ll make this up to you. I just wish I could count on other certain people on my payroll.” Tish’s tone darkened at that.
“You don’t mean Sidney, right?” Sidney perked up at this, and Kit put a finger to her lips for a second. “Do you have a way to call her, because I can look her up and see if she’ll want to help out.”
“I don’t mean her. Who currently works for us now? Until you let her know?”
Shit. Gloria. The sex had gone to her brain. She’d forgotten Tish put it on her to can the slacker.
“Consider it done.”
“Awesome. Listen, you take care of that and I’ll call that Sidney girl and ask if she’s interested in a baptism by fire. I have her resume. See you soon.” Tish rang off before Kit could say goodbye.
“What’s up? Everything okay at the shop?”
Kit briefly explained the winery’s dilemma and sighed. “It doesn’t happen often, but Tish will get calls like this. She’s too damn good at making chocolate and has trouble saying no.”
“Good for future business, anyway.”
“You’re replacing Gloria, who isn’t yet aware she’s about to be kicked to the curb. No need to feel bad about it, because she’s awful.” She called up Gloria’s number and waited. “I don’t know what possessed Tish to hire her in the first place.”
“Ouch. Hard to find good help, I guess.” Sidney made a face.
“Either that, or these girls come in thinking it’s going to be like Ace of Cakes or some other embellished reality show, where an entire day is squeezed into thirty minutes. They realize they have to stand behind a counter and wait on indecisive people who want you to explain the ingredients of every damn truffle when the place cards explain everything, and I’m going to shut up now.”
Kit realized her pent-up frustrations from suffering the counter work, before Tish promoted her to the kitchen, might influence Sidney to change her mind. She relaxed a bit when the other woman laughed.
“Kit, it’s fine. I’ve worked in food service. I know the drill. Just happy to be part of the team.”
“It’s not all that boring, and if you come today you’ll make chocolate. We get a nice steady stream of—” Finally Gloria answered and Kit turned away her attention. “Hey, it’s Kit. Got a minute?”
A roaring sigh tickled her