posterior as pleasing as her chest. Barbara lost herself in a sexual fantasy starring Jennifer, herself and her Jack Rabbit. It kept her mind off other things, such as the closed door and lack of windows. For the moment, she had her claustrophobia under control. Too bad she couldn't say the same thing about her libido.
Jeffery chowed down. "So, Cousin, I'll send the employee files to your email. You can look them over. I'm not sure if you want to meet with everyone individually. I can always take that responsibility off your hands and give you my opinion."
She grabbed a napkin and handed it to him. "You have some sauce on your face and tie," she said, trying to hide her disgust.
"Shit." Jeffery wiped off his face and did the same with his tie. The spot continued to spread as he rubbed. "I guess this will have to go into the laundry. I have a spare one in my desk drawer. As you can, see I'm always prepared for the worst."
Barbara gave Jeffery a weak smile. "I can see." She put down her fork. "I'd like to meet with the staff. It will give me a better sense of the people who work for me. I think we should set up one-on-one meetings over the next few days."
"Do we tell them about the dismal numbers and what might happen in the next few months?"
"No. We'll keep that piece of information to ourselves for the time being. I don't want everyone all of a sudden slacking off or searching for other work. I know from past situations, if you tell employees their jobs might be on the line, their work suffers. I still need the St. Jennings to be the best it can be up to the very last day."
"Ay, aye Captain. My lips are sealed." Jeffery leaned forward and wiped his damp face with a napkin. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you have enough dough to keep this place running for years. Why toss it aside now?"
Barbara slowly counted to five in her head before she lost her temper. "I understand you have concerns over your own job—"
Jeffery held up his hands. "It's not that—"
"I appreciate your input and assistance in this matter, but the reason I may or may not sell is really none of your concern. Unless you are interested in applying for a position as one of my financial advisors, I would recommend you keep your mind on the staff here and doing your best to keep the hotel running to its fullest capacity. Do I make myself clear?"
Jeffery nodded and swallowed. "Y-yes Barbara. I'm sorry I've overstepped my bounds. It won't happen again."
"Good." Barbara sat back, wondering how quickly she could get out of there now that she had put Jeffery in his place. She had a million things to do before the day ended. But all she could think about was seeing Jennifer Caffey again.
Jenny waited around to see Barbara, but as three o'clock rolled around and her shift neared its end, she had no choice but to forgo the pleasure. It looked like the planned meeting fell through. She said a quick goodbye to Tonya and Mike, and with one last glance at Jeffery's closed office door, made her way to the New York City College library to drop off some books as well as pick up some more reading material for one of her classes. At least she had off from work tomorrow. But that meant three classes in a row and then four days of work where she would feel as spread thin as a cracker. Her big plans for tonight included writing the paper for her 9:00 a.m. class as fast as she could, vegging in front of the television then going to bed at a reasonable hour.
By the time Jenny left the library, it was going on five o'clock. She checked her cell phone and saw a text message from Tonya asking her to come to The Watering Hole with her and Mike after eight when his shift ended. Jenny sighed, wishing she could. She sat at the kitchen table and typed away at her Economics paper. Her mind kept wandering back to the shocking way Barbara had touched her butt.
"Stop it, Jennifer Anne," she said. She had no time for romance or a love affair, least of all with a
Jeffery chowed down. "So, Cousin, I'll send the employee files to your email. You can look them over. I'm not sure if you want to meet with everyone individually. I can always take that responsibility off your hands and give you my opinion."
She grabbed a napkin and handed it to him. "You have some sauce on your face and tie," she said, trying to hide her disgust.
"Shit." Jeffery wiped off his face and did the same with his tie. The spot continued to spread as he rubbed. "I guess this will have to go into the laundry. I have a spare one in my desk drawer. As you can, see I'm always prepared for the worst."
Barbara gave Jeffery a weak smile. "I can see." She put down her fork. "I'd like to meet with the staff. It will give me a better sense of the people who work for me. I think we should set up one-on-one meetings over the next few days."
"Do we tell them about the dismal numbers and what might happen in the next few months?"
"No. We'll keep that piece of information to ourselves for the time being. I don't want everyone all of a sudden slacking off or searching for other work. I know from past situations, if you tell employees their jobs might be on the line, their work suffers. I still need the St. Jennings to be the best it can be up to the very last day."
"Ay, aye Captain. My lips are sealed." Jeffery leaned forward and wiped his damp face with a napkin. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you have enough dough to keep this place running for years. Why toss it aside now?"
Barbara slowly counted to five in her head before she lost her temper. "I understand you have concerns over your own job—"
Jeffery held up his hands. "It's not that—"
"I appreciate your input and assistance in this matter, but the reason I may or may not sell is really none of your concern. Unless you are interested in applying for a position as one of my financial advisors, I would recommend you keep your mind on the staff here and doing your best to keep the hotel running to its fullest capacity. Do I make myself clear?"
Jeffery nodded and swallowed. "Y-yes Barbara. I'm sorry I've overstepped my bounds. It won't happen again."
"Good." Barbara sat back, wondering how quickly she could get out of there now that she had put Jeffery in his place. She had a million things to do before the day ended. But all she could think about was seeing Jennifer Caffey again.
Jenny waited around to see Barbara, but as three o'clock rolled around and her shift neared its end, she had no choice but to forgo the pleasure. It looked like the planned meeting fell through. She said a quick goodbye to Tonya and Mike, and with one last glance at Jeffery's closed office door, made her way to the New York City College library to drop off some books as well as pick up some more reading material for one of her classes. At least she had off from work tomorrow. But that meant three classes in a row and then four days of work where she would feel as spread thin as a cracker. Her big plans for tonight included writing the paper for her 9:00 a.m. class as fast as she could, vegging in front of the television then going to bed at a reasonable hour.
By the time Jenny left the library, it was going on five o'clock. She checked her cell phone and saw a text message from Tonya asking her to come to The Watering Hole with her and Mike after eight when his shift ended. Jenny sighed, wishing she could. She sat at the kitchen table and typed away at her Economics paper. Her mind kept wandering back to the shocking way Barbara had touched her butt.
"Stop it, Jennifer Anne," she said. She had no time for romance or a love affair, least of all with a
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