“Depends if I have a contract or not. Right now I don’t. Work is slow right now, so usually I would tidy up the house a bit, maybe do a load of laundry or vaccum or something, and then play video games or read for the rest of the day.” Summer pushed a hand back through her hair, loose and tumbling over her shoulders. “And somewhere in there is a shower or bath.”
“That sounds like the epitome of relaxing. A good book by a fireplace and then playing videogames well into the night, or morning as it usually happens I-” He stopped short then. “A contract?”
“Web design. I do have a real job. I take in contracts for various companies. It’s nice for a while, but in a long dry spell, like now, I just kind of get bored.” She sighed. “I mean, I’ve got my inheritances to draw on, so I’m not worried about money, but still … “
“Oh! Web design? That sounds like a pretty interesting job.” Originally, when he had heard contract he had thought of his own profession, not that he was holding her to a double standard he just never would have guessed it. “I know what you mean, you can get by with the money you have but it’s the boredom that kills you, right?”
“I wouldn’t say kill, but yeah.” Summer fidgeted with her fork. “Don’t let me mess up your usual plans, Victor.” She looked up at him, unconsciously licking her lips.