Chapter Four
I observe Bailey—the boyfriend and the boss: the lover, the disciplinarian, the friend, the companion, the s****l master, the hardnosed bully in command of the beer hall. He gives me goose bumps any hour of the day, with any suit of clothes he wears. At work, his reprimands make my whole insides turn cartwheels. I could purposely get in trouble just to feel that imperious look in his eyes, and hear his stern voice, thick with anger. But I don’t. It seems I have a knack for getting into trouble without trying. I don’t need to help myself along on that account.
“What did you think you were doing!” he assaults me in the back room, while I’m trying to follow his orders, redoing his inventory. I’m better with customers upfront, but he’s already pissed at me for being late again—
