Chapter 30
"Be nice." Delphi wagged an admonishing finger at Isobel. "Remember, Carlo's doing this as a favor."
Isobel winced. "I hate to think how you're repaying it."
"It just means no flirting with the waiters for a few days." Delphi pulled a sad face.
Isobel smoothed her black skirt. "Do I look okay?"
Delphi squinted in the dim light of Vino Rosso. "Yeah, but what are you, religious or something?" She reached over and undid the top button on Isobel's blouse.
"Hey! That was my effort at self-preservation."
"Carlo's not going to hit on you. He can barely tolerate you."
"So my chances of getting this job are about as good as getting back my last one?"
"Just don't get up his ass. You'll be fine."
Isobel ran her fingers over the keys of the computer at the podium, the only familiar-looking piece of equipment in the place. Delphi smacked her hand away.