“Hunter,” I said.
Lily opened her mouth, but I knew what she was about to ask. “Hunter and Zoe have helped me with my last ten restaurants. The two veterans, along with fresh insight from you and Julian should make us a well-rounded team.”
“What exactly is Hunter’s role?” Julian asked, taking the open seat beside Lily. Zoe sat across from Lily, leaving the chair next to the door open for Hunter, whenever he finally arrived.
“He’ll help find a location for the restaurant, and then I’ll have him wear the hat of project manager during the build out.”
“So will he—”
Lily’s question was cut off by Hunter as he hurried into the office with sweat coating his brow.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” he announced, hands up in surrender. “I couldn’t find a parking spot anywhere.” His eyes cut around the room, taking in the two new members of the team. Julian garnered a quick onceover, but his eyes nearly fell out of his skull when he saw Lily.
“Oh shit, I didn’t think you’d already be starting. Who are the newbies?”
Lily and Julian exchanged a glance before standing to greet Hunter.
“Julian Lefray, nice to meet you.” I watched them exchange a handshake and Hunter nodded, clearly recognizing the name.
“Right, Mr. Moneybags. Good to have you here, man.”
His hand dropped back to his side and then he turned toward Lily. His merino jacket could hardly button over his beer belly. The material strained as he bent forward for her hand, nearly breaking it off with his gusto.
“And who, may I ask, are you?”
Lily bristled at his veiled attempt at flirting. “Lily Black.”
“She’s the consultant I hired to help round out the food and drink menus, concept, and ambiance,” I spoke up, if only to get the show on the road. “This was all in yesterday’s email, Hunter. Now have a seat, we’re already running behind.”
His round cheeks reddened at my reprimand—that, or he was overheated from hustling to the meeting.
“Today won’t take long. We need to check schedules and confirm a good time for our weekly meetings. I’d also like to finalize a name for the restaurant—”
Lily frowned. “I’m sorry, could we rewind a bit? You haven’t even told me your vision for the restaurant yet. How am I supposed to help with a name if I don’t even know what type of food we’re serving?”
Fair enough. I leaned back in my chair. “I want to do a tapas bar with price points around fifteen dollars a dish.”
“Accessible prices by New York standards,” Zoe cut in.
Lily narrowed her eyes. “All right. Have you thought about whether this city really needs another tapas bar? Are you going to make it unique? Bring in flavors that separate us from other Spanish restaurants?” She didn’t bother letting me answer before continuing. “I think it should have an old-world feel to it with options for paella on the menu for those that want bigger serving sizes.”
She’d been there five minutes.
Five minutes and she was already giving me a headache.
What in the world had possessed me to hire her for this project?
“Lily, why don’t you let me explain the entire concept before you start offering ideas? This meeting won’t take long if you just listen for a few minutes.”
Her jaw dropped and her bright eyes narrowed on me. I’d called her out in front of everyone, but she deserved it. She was a consultant. I was the boss.
“By all means, take it away.”
Julian whispered something to her, and she smiled. Another private joke at my expense. Why was it so infuriating that Julian made her smile? Because it was at my expense?
Or because I wanted to switch places with him?
Chapter Sixteen
Lily
I moved into down dog and definitely felt my leg pop out of socket, like an overworked hand-me-down Barbie doll.
“Shit. I’m going down,” I hissed, slowly sliding down onto my borrowed yoga mat until my face made contact with the sweaty rubber.
Josephine glanced over at me, sweat slipping down her face. She picked up her hand to flick it off, but it was no use. We were in a heated yoga class. The thermostat read 98 degrees and we were both going to die a slow death. The last sight I was going to see was the ass of the old hippie directly in front of me.
Did he have to wear the bike shorts?
Did they have to ride up so high?
“You’re not supposed to just lay there,” Josephine whispered.
The instructor told us to root down through our chakras and become one with the earth as we moved into our next round of sun salutations. I wanted to salute the sun with my middle finger.