Page 20 of Pleasure Island
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Liam
I tried to tell myself as I opened the door that I wasn’t getting in over my head.
I’d been trained in hand to hand.
I knew how to shoot.
I was observant.
Even though I hadn’t enjoyed it, I’d even used my training to take lives.
The job descriptionhadspecified they’d love to work with former military.
I was former military.
Still, I’d never worked as a bodyguard a day in my life.
And that was the job I was applying for. At least I assumed it was.
I sure as hell hoped I wasn’t at Steadman Security for a job as the night janitor. I hated cleaning, and I seriously hated staying up all night unless there was a good reason. A paycheck wasn’t a good reason.
Approaching the desk, I met the gaze of the young woman speaking into a headset.
She mouthed to me,please sign in.
I did so and turned away, moving over to the sitting area. Nerves chewed at me. I’d had four interviews my entire life, and two of them had to do with getting into the military – those were also the most recent.
I sat in silence for several minutes, off-handedly listening to the one-sided conversation taking place between the cute redhead who sat at the receptionist desk and whoever she was talking to.
There wasn’t anybody else in the sitting area.
At least not at first.
After about ten more minutes, a guy wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt came in, signed the slip and came to sit across from me.
I summed him up about as fast as he did me.
“Army?” he asked.
I nodded. “Just got out.”
He looked all around. “Navy. Wondering why I got out. I want to get back on the water.”
“You here for the interview?” I asked.
He gave a short nod, and we both lapsed into silence.
After another minute or so, the redhead at the receptionist desk called my name, and I returned to where I’d signed in.
She gave me a bright smile and turned over a clipboard.
“If you don’t mind? They’ll be with you soon.”
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Soonwas actuallyanother thirty minutes.
