“Ugh.”Grimacing, Bailey got to her feet and gave Gwen a poke.“Get up and help me.”
“Why do I have to help?”Gwen complained.
“Because you drank all my coffee.The least you can do is help me make tea.”
“You woke me up at six-thirty,” Gwen groused, but hauled herself off the couch.
“Hey,” Bailey said when Gwen shuffled in the wrong direction.“The kitchen’s over here.”
“I need to pee,” Gwen said and shot a smirk over her shoulder on her way to the bathroom.“From all the coffee.”
“Bitch,” Bailey called after her.
Chloe listened with half an ear to Bailey banging around the kitchen while she looked over the screening questions.None of them seemed unreasonable, until she got to the requirement to upload a copy of her ID.
“I’m supposed to give this guy a copy of my driver’s license?”
Bailey set the kettle on the stove.“He has to verify you are who you say you are somehow.”
“Yeah, but my driver’s license?That doesn’t feel safe.”
“You upload it to watch porn,” Bailey pointed out.
“Fair point,” Chloe decided.“Why does he want all my social media accounts?”
“I asked Julia that.”Bailey pulled a box of Earl Grey from the cupboard.“She said it’s another verification tool.If someone doesn’t have an online presence, they’re probably using an alias.”
“Well, my Instagram is all pictures of jewelry, so I’m not sure what he’s going to get out of it.”
“Maybe he’ll buy a pair of earrings for his wife.Or girlfriend.Or whoever.”
“Yeah, ’cuz that wouldn’t be weird at all.”
Gwen stepped out of the bathroom.“What are we talking about?”she began.
“Selling earrings to sex workers,” Chloe said.
Gwen nodded.“Sure, sure.”
“Get over here and make the tea,” Bailey demanded.
“Nag, nag, nag,” Gwen said, then turned at the knock on the door.“Expecting company?”
“Shit.”Chloe tossed the phone aside and dove for the discarded bra.“Don’t open it!”
“Why?Who is it?”
“Three guesses,” Bailey said, grinning when Chloe stripped off her shirt.“I’ll give you a thousand dollars right now if you answer the door like that.”
“Shut up.”Chloe slid her arms into the straps, hooked the back, then bent forward to shimmy her tits into place.Dragging her T-shirt back over her head, she smoothed it down.“Am I okay?”
“You’re covered, if that’s what you mean,” Bailey said.
“You’re fine,” Gwen assured her.“Good cleavage, not too obvious.”
“Okay.”Taking a deep breath, Chloe nodded at Gwen.“Answer the door.”
“Does it say ‘butler’ on my resume?”Gwen wondered.
