Weekends Required (Danvers #1)

“The coast is all clear girl, now tell me who that hunk was and don’t leave out a single juicy detail.”


“Could you hand me my clothes?” mumbled Claire. Cracking the door of the stall, she took the clothes Julie handed in and dressed quickly. She knew she couldn’t put Julie off any longer so she opened the door and stepped out to see the amusement that still lingered in Julie’s eyes.

As her eyes started to tear up the amusement left Julie, and she walked over and put her arms around her. “What’s going on Claire?”

“You would not believe it, even if I told you,” replied Claire.

“Try me, very little shocks me. Brian said something upset you during the routine tonight, and you took off as fast as you could. Would that something be the hot guy who just left?”

“That’s my boss at Danvers, Jason Danvers.”

Julie took a moment to digest this and said, “Ok, so your boss is here tonight, did you know that ahead of time?”

“No, I wouldn’t have worked this party knowing I could be risking my job at Danvers,” cried Claire. “I never even gave a thought to the fact that Jason was spending the weekend with his friend Harold for his bachelor party, and you said the bachelor's name was Winthrop,” gulped Claire.

“Oh honey that’s his last name, the name is Harold Winthrop.”

She realized that she never actually knew Harold’s last name and sighed.

Julie asked, “So what exactly led to the restroom scene I walked in on?”

“I recognized Jason and Harold when I jumped from the cake. Harold didn’t seem to know me, but I could see Jason possibly did. That’s the reason for the change in routine. I made sure to keep out of the direct line of sight from Jason, and I really hoped he would not be able to place me. I came straight back here to change and heard the door and thought it was you. Things really got out of hand, and I don’t even know how it happened.”

“Have you and Jason been sleeping together?”

“No, of course not, I’ve never even been attracted to him.” Ok, so that was somewhat of a lie.

“How could you be alive and not be attracted to that hunk? And from where I was standing the feeling was mutual.”

“I’m afraid I might have lost my job tonight; he’ll surely fire me.”

“For what? It takes two, and he was just as guilty as you if we’re taking names here. I’ll cover for you if you want to leave,” offered Julie.

“No, I’ll work in the kitchen; though, if it's ok with you, just give me a minute to freshen up.” Giving her another sympathetic look, Julie left the restroom.

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Jason shut the door to the restroom and was glad to escape the prying gaze of Claire’s co-worker. In another few minutes, he would have taken Claire right there against the restroom wall. How could he have possibly overlooked how beautiful she was? Had he never noticed it during the time she worked for him? Apparently he was way too preoccupied at work. Under the shapeless, drab colored clothing was a body any man would kill to possess. Her response, although timid at first, had literally blown him away and her passion seemed to burn as hot as his.

Was his mouse of an assistant really an experienced woman of the world and a stripper to boot? Although admittedly, she’d not stripped but the line between being a stripper and jumping out of a cake at a bachelor party seemed pretty fine if you asked him. Surely, this violated something in her employment contract. Although this didn’t qualify for the non-compete clause, this must be an ethics violation.

The thought of firing her though and probably never seeing her again strangely held little appeal for him. If she valued her job with Danvers International, she would simply terminate this side job. A strong, unexpected wave of something curiously like jealousy ripped through him at the thought of men looking at her jumping out of that absurd cake at parties such as this one. He would take care of this immediately and heaven help any of his friends who had the bad fortune to make any other lewd comments about her body tonight. From this day forward, Claire would find that weekends at Danvers were a requirement which would leave her little time for anything else.

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