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Authors: Julia P. Lynde
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twelve clients, most of them bringing a spouse or date. All the company directors will be here, most with a spouse, date or escort of some nature or other."
"So just a casual event then," I said with a grin over my shoulder at her.
"Right," she said. "I would like both of you to help host. Take coats, fill wine glasses, that sort of thing. That should help get things going. Felicia, I also would like you to be my date for tonight, just like you were for Andrea at the charity event."
My body tingled at the idea of being Petra's date. I was hoping it wasn't quite like my time with Andrea however.
"So there's a guest you want me to beat up?"
"I don't believe you'll have a similar opportunity," she said.
"I sort of thought if you wanted an escort, it would be Karen," I told her.
"I have another job," Karen said. "Mary Noreen tends to drink too much. I get to babysit."
I almost asked her what she was being punished for, but decided that might be going t o o far with the banter. "That sounds like a tricky responsibility," I said instead.
"It's not too bad," she said. "I like Mary, and she isn't an alcoholic. Basically she starts talking. You know how some people talk with their hands?" I nodded. "She talks with her glass. I give her ginger ale instead of champagne."
Petra set a knife and cutting board on the counter to my right. "I need that back right away," she said. I finished what I was currently washing, then did the knife and cutting board and dried them right away. "Thank you," she said when I returned them to the counter in front of her.
I finished the dishes. "Is there more I can do, or would the two of you prefer I got out of your way?"
"You're more than welcome to stay and help," Petra said. She glanced at the clock. "We have forty more minutes then it's time to get dressed, no matter how much is left to do."
For the next forty minutes, I did whatever she asked. Halfway through I said, "I'm a little surprised you don't bring in a catering service."
"Anyone can hire caterers," Petra said. "There is nothing special when you do that. Doing it yourself is something else entirely." She paused. "And honestly, I love it, as long as I have company getting ready. Both of you, thank you."
With ten minutes to go in our self-imposed deadline, Petra began a tour of the apartment, eying everything critically. Karen and I each adjusted a few things for her, and Petra declared the place as close to ready as it was going to get.
"All right," she said. "Both of you please go get ready and please arrive fashionably early. That means get your tails back here, but don't rush your preparations."
* * *
The party was a great success. I met the clients in attendanc e, all of whom seemed pleasant. I alternated between seeing to guests' needs and attending to Petra.
As the party began to wind down, I moved through the apartment, finding discarded wine glasses and the other accoutrements of an expired party and brought them all into the kitchen. Forty minutes later, I nearly had the kitchen cleaned up and all the dishes washed when Petra walked in.
She shrieked, which startled me to no end, so I echoed her and almost dropped the glass I was drying.
"Don't do that!" I said when my heart rate settled back down.
"I thought you had left," she said. "To be honest, I was a little disappointed you hadn't said good night."
"And so you come in here to scare the daylights out of me. There's a thank you for you." I grinned at her. "You'll just have to kiss me goodnight to make up for it."
She smiled but didn't respond.
She looked around the kitchen. "You didn't have to do all this." But she began putting everything away, much of which went back out in the cabinet in the dining room. She returned with a few more glasses and plates.
She came back in with a wine bottle, eying the contents. "There's just enough left in this bottle for two glasses. I want to unwind a little. Care to join me in the living room?"
"Yes," I said.
She poure d
"So just a casual event then," I said with a grin over my shoulder at her.
"Right," she said. "I would like both of you to help host. Take coats, fill wine glasses, that sort of thing. That should help get things going. Felicia, I also would like you to be my date for tonight, just like you were for Andrea at the charity event."
My body tingled at the idea of being Petra's date. I was hoping it wasn't quite like my time with Andrea however.
"So there's a guest you want me to beat up?"
"I don't believe you'll have a similar opportunity," she said.
"I sort of thought if you wanted an escort, it would be Karen," I told her.
"I have another job," Karen said. "Mary Noreen tends to drink too much. I get to babysit."
I almost asked her what she was being punished for, but decided that might be going t o o far with the banter. "That sounds like a tricky responsibility," I said instead.
"It's not too bad," she said. "I like Mary, and she isn't an alcoholic. Basically she starts talking. You know how some people talk with their hands?" I nodded. "She talks with her glass. I give her ginger ale instead of champagne."
Petra set a knife and cutting board on the counter to my right. "I need that back right away," she said. I finished what I was currently washing, then did the knife and cutting board and dried them right away. "Thank you," she said when I returned them to the counter in front of her.
I finished the dishes. "Is there more I can do, or would the two of you prefer I got out of your way?"
"You're more than welcome to stay and help," Petra said. She glanced at the clock. "We have forty more minutes then it's time to get dressed, no matter how much is left to do."
For the next forty minutes, I did whatever she asked. Halfway through I said, "I'm a little surprised you don't bring in a catering service."
"Anyone can hire caterers," Petra said. "There is nothing special when you do that. Doing it yourself is something else entirely." She paused. "And honestly, I love it, as long as I have company getting ready. Both of you, thank you."
With ten minutes to go in our self-imposed deadline, Petra began a tour of the apartment, eying everything critically. Karen and I each adjusted a few things for her, and Petra declared the place as close to ready as it was going to get.
"All right," she said. "Both of you please go get ready and please arrive fashionably early. That means get your tails back here, but don't rush your preparations."
* * *
The party was a great success. I met the clients in attendanc e, all of whom seemed pleasant. I alternated between seeing to guests' needs and attending to Petra.
As the party began to wind down, I moved through the apartment, finding discarded wine glasses and the other accoutrements of an expired party and brought them all into the kitchen. Forty minutes later, I nearly had the kitchen cleaned up and all the dishes washed when Petra walked in.
She shrieked, which startled me to no end, so I echoed her and almost dropped the glass I was drying.
"Don't do that!" I said when my heart rate settled back down.
"I thought you had left," she said. "To be honest, I was a little disappointed you hadn't said good night."
"And so you come in here to scare the daylights out of me. There's a thank you for you." I grinned at her. "You'll just have to kiss me goodnight to make up for it."
She smiled but didn't respond.
She looked around the kitchen. "You didn't have to do all this." But she began putting everything away, much of which went back out in the cabinet in the dining room. She returned with a few more glasses and plates.
She came back in with a wine bottle, eying the contents. "There's just enough left in this bottle for two glasses. I want to unwind a little. Care to join me in the living room?"
"Yes," I said.
She poure d
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