Then again, they’d been living small for awhile, tiny, so anything I could do was better than what they were used to.
“You need beds,” Mr. Pierson announced behind me and I turned to him.
He was a couple inches shorter than me when I was in heels; very skinny and had white hair sprinkled not very generously with black cut short around the sides and back of his head. The rest was bald. On the looks scale, he was around a Three. Add his cheery personality, his kindness and his generosity and he was totally an Eight Point Seven Five.
He was sitting behind his desk, smiling at me.
“Yes, Child Protective Services are coming around on Friday and I need to get their room sorted before they do.”
“Right,” Mr. Pierson nodded. “Take two of the Spring Deluxe Singles. I’ll give them to you wholesale, with a twenty percent discount, plus your employee discount added on to that.”
My mouth dropped open. The Spring Deluxe mattresses were the best of the best. The cream of the crop. I had one and I loved it. It was ultra-comfy.
But they were expensive. I’d had to save for three months and buy mine during a store-wide sale. I could only afford it because Mr. Pierson let us use our employee discounts even during store-wide sales.
“I –” I began.
He waved his hand in front of his face. “Otis over-ordered. For months we’ve been sittin’ on an inventory of Spring Deluxes we can’t move. They’re pricey. People don’t often spring for the Spring Deluxe, not even when you’re sellin’ them.” He grinned at me and continued, “Why he ordered that many, I do not know.”
I didn’t either but then again, this was Otis. It was my experience that everyone had an annoying cousin and Otis was Mr. Pierson’s. I figured Mr. Pierson kept him working in the warehouse because no one else would keep him working for more than a couple of days due to the fact that Otis wasn’t all that smart. He was a nice enough guy (although I had to admit I thought he was creepy and Roberta agreed) but he wasn’t all that smart. It wasn’t a nice thing to say but it was true.
“They’re just takin’ up space in the warehouse. Space I need. You’d be doin’ me a favor,” Mr. Pierson finished.
He was full of it. He was losing money on the deal he offered me. Big time. He was just being nice.
“Mr. Pierson –” I started but stopped when his eyes caught mine.
“Kids need good beds,” he said softly.
He was right. They did.
God, I loved my boss.
“I love my boss,” I told him and his face melted into a smile, the whole of it, just like he always smiled. I loved my boss and I also loved his smiles.
“You’re off tomorrow. I’ll set up delivery,” he told me.
“Thanks,” I whispered.
“Mitch!” I heard Billie screech from the showroom floor. I whirled around to look back out the window only to see Billie tearing through the maze of beds in a direct trajectory to Mitch.
She aimed, she fired, she hit her target, throwing her arms around his h*ps and giving him a big hug.
I watched Mitch’s hand settle on her hair. Then I looked at all that was Mitch and I really wished that I wasn’t still kind of in love with him.
What on earth was he doing there?
I turned back to Mr. Pierson who was also looking out the window, undoubtedly at Mitch.
“That’s my, um…neighbor. I think I need to go talk to him,” I said to Mr. Pierson.
His body visibly jolted and his eyes slid to me. “Neighbor?”
“Look!” I heard Billie shout and I turned back to the window. “I’m wearin’ one of the outfits you bought me!” She had let him go and was yanking her t-shirt out at the bottom hem to show him.
I watched Mitch smile at her and he said something I couldn’t hear because unlike Billie he wasn’t shouting.
Then I felt a whoosh surge through my belly at witnessing his smile.