Swept Under the Rug (Laundry Hag Series, Book 2) by Jennifer L. Hart

Author:Jennifer L. Hart [Hart, Jennifer L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-08-17T04:00:00+00:00

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“Absolutely not,” Richard stared at me like I had a dust rag nestled between my ears. “How can you even suggest that?”

“For the love of grief, Richard, what did you expect?” I snapped on my rubber scouring gloves and propped the bathroom door open with a full bucket of water. We’d been in the building for ten of the longest minutes of my life. Richard was a whiner and a complainer to the nth degree and it was all I could do not to club him with my mop. “Haven’t you ever cleaned a bathroom before?” I asked, figuring it was a rhetorical question. My jaw hung open when he glanced away. “You haven’t, have you?”

Richard puffed up like a blowfish under siege. “Mother takes care of the cleaning, she’s very particular.” The way he said mother reminded me of Norman Bates in Psycho. I shivered involuntarily.

Even insidious premonitions couldn’t curb my tongue though. “So why on Earth would you want to tackle a cleaning job?”

He shrugged. “Leo asked me to come with you, said you needed help.”

Leo was going to receive a serious beating when next we met. “Is that so?” Help didn’t look to be on Richard’s agenda this evening. He’d dawdled at the security desk, chatting up the night guard while I made three trips upstairs with my supplies. I’d vacuumed and dusted the outer area before he graced me with a cameo. And then the whining started.

“Richard, you have a choice here. Either pull on a pair of gloves and help me scour out this restroom or go home without pay.” I may be a push-over, but even the laundry hag has limits.

“I’m allergic to latex,” he informed me.

“I bet you say that to all your dates.” I grumbled. He looked confused as my pithy remark flew over his head. I pushed past him to the cart and grabbed a bottle of ammonia. “Fine, go dust the offices.”

“Dust is bad for my allergies.”

I scrunched my eyes shut and sucked in a breath. Did I really cancel a date with Neil, who was not happy with me again, to work with Dick Head? “I mean it Richard; you’re not getting paid to watch me bust my hump here. Find something to clean or scat.”

He scowled at me for an indeterminate amount of time before I turned my back. Part of me hoped he’d disappear; it felt like a new kind of torture to pay someone to annoy me while I cleaned. I’d never bitch about Marty’s work-ethic again. Then too, I wouldn’t have to sneak away from him to search Valentino’s office.

Luckily, I’d noted that while the third floor was monitored on security’s bank of screens, Valentino’s office wasn’t. I could just prop the door open, go about my business and the night watchman would be none the wiser.

Scouring the bathroom only took a few minutes, since it was in decent shape to begin with, and I signed the little chart when I finished and placed one of the Caution: Wet Floor signs in front of the door.

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