This Marcy lady stopped her jumping and looked at Gray, frowning. “He isn’t gay,” she said accusatorily.
“Um, yeah. I know.”
“Well, why didn’t you tell me he wasn’t gay?”
I didn’t know who these rich people were, but they didn’t seem like the sharpest knives in the drawer.
Gray crossed her arms. “I mean, I don’t know, Marce. Did it ever come up?”
Marcy studied Trey. “I just assumed that an assistant who worked at ClickMarket and called you Miss Priss was gay.”
Again, none of my business, but I couldn’t help but jump in. “She has a point. You wear cuff links on weekdays. And say things like ‘decadent rosé.’?”
Trey shrugged. “Sorry to disappoint.”
Marcy raised her eyebrows at Gray. “This is even better.”
She gasped. “It is not better. It absolutely is not.” She pointed her finger at Marcy. “You stay away from my assistant. He is the single most important person in my life.”
“More important than me?” Marcy protested.
They all laughed, and I was tempted to sneak out the door before Marcy started asking questions about me too. But Treyowed me money, and Gray might have information I needed, so I said, “Um, sorry to disrupt the party, but, Gray, did you have a chance to talk to Mr. Marcus?”
Gray bit her lip. “Let’s just say, it didn’t go well.”
I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows at her, and she shrugged.
“So do you have any suggestions of what I should do now?” I asked. I put my hand up to my swollen jaw for effect.
“Oh, oh!” Trey chirped. “I know. She should be your housekeeper. Lord knows you need one.”
Marcy looked at me. “She can’t cook either.”
That’swhat piqued my interest. Because I could clean, yeah. But I could really cook.
“That is untrue,” Gray interjected. “It’s not that Ican’tcook. It’s that I don’t have time. Those are different things.”
This wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. I guess I thought that she’d get me some new job with all her connections. I mean, working the picture counter at Meds and More wasn’t a glamorous job or nothing, but it beat some others out there.
I’d sworn up and down and around that I wasn’t ever going back to being anybody’s maid. I mean, it’s not a pie job, to say the least. Washing up underwear and cleaning up dishes. But ever since I was little, cleaning has been something that calms me down. And Lord knew I could use a little therapy, not to mention a little cash.
Gray hadn’t asked me herself, so I didn’t know if the offer was real. Hell, I didn’t know if I’d even accept.
She just shrugged. “I think it’s a little weird that you showed up here twice today, but I got you fired, and this feels like a way to make it right. You can balance my karma.” She paused. “What do you think?”
I let out a pained sigh even though I was probably more relieved than I had ever been. “I think we’ve both been Treyed.”
Gray smiled and shook my hand. “Welcome to the crew, Diana.”
CHAPTER 4
gray: innate goddesshood
Two days later, as Diana was making me a smoothie that tasted like heaven in a glass, I was returning morning e-mails at the kitchen island. Normally I would have been doing that in my office upstairs. But I didn’t mind being around Diana, and I had to admit that, despite Bill Marcus’s endorsement, I was still a little wary of letting a virtual stranger roam around my house unsupervised.
As I took the first sip of her apple-pie smoothie, though, I realized nothing else mattered as long as she could feed me like this.
Diana’s head was lost in the fridge, and she started pulling things out and setting them on the counter.
