Bradley slammed the door to her room and leaned back against it, gasping for air. Shit, shit, shit. She held out her hands -- they were shaking. She couldn't believe she'd just had a screaming match with her employer. For the past two months she and Parker MacKenzie had coexisted peacefully in the large, empty house. She cleaned and looked after the grounds, and he spent all his time in his office working.
The invitation had said the dress code was formal. For Kate Spencer, that meant the deliciously pleasurable prospect of a ballroom filled with tuxedo clad men. Emerging from her bubble bath, soft, warm and fragrant, she relished the thought, her eyes shining with excitement. Tonight she would attend the award giving ceremony of Independent Film Awards in her official capacity as Chief Executive Officer of her very own casting agency.
"Holy shit, Tori. Look at that!"
My friend Ben nudged me and nodded his head in the direction of the pretty brunette walking our way. I had been having fun flashing a few of the male shoppers in the mall. It was a common noontime practice for me, even when Ben was with me.
Tina shuffled her papers together and slid them into her bag. She had a new tutoring client, an unusual one, and she was interested in seeing how the session would go. She ran her tutoring business herself and distinguished it by tutoring one-on-one at clients' homes. Since most of her students were in middle school or high school, the parents appreciated not having to drive their kids to one more activity. The idea worked well and she was able to make quite a lot of money just from tutoring on weekday afternoons and Sundays.
There is a drive-thru coffee stand near where I live, and I get my morning coffee there nearly every day. It is owned by two girls, I think their parents got it for them so they would have a dose of "real life," but they seem to do all right.
"What's this?" I say pulling my long silky black hair up and in a loose bun.
"I hope you like shrimp scampi, Ms. Lily," Josh offers. He turns from the stove wearing only an apron and drops to his knees and crawls behind me. It's six-thirty p.m. and my houseslut pushes his tongue the length of the crack of my perfectly-tight bottom all the way to small of my back.
Don't get me wrong. I love a good sexy scenario as much as the next horny young woman. But even I knew this was completely unacceptable.
I was your typical rebellious girl. My parents had divorced when I was little, and I refused to bother with anyone of their partners. I didn't see the point in pretending to like people I had nothing in common with and who, as far as I knew, were only bothering with me to please my parents.
"How would you and Robin like to go to San Francisco for a weekend getaway?" Carl asked, knowing what my answer would be.
"When?" I excitedly asked him.
He handed me two airline tickets and said, How does next weekend suit you?"
"Only two tickets?" I asked.
"You cheated!" She cried out loudly, laughing, as she tried to grab the mouse away from him. "It was my turn and you made me lose!"
"What?!" He feigned innocence, "That's not MY fault! You missed your turn and you have to face the consequences!" He could barely hold back his smile as he turned to look at her with his best 'How could you possibly accuse this adorable face of cheating' look.
"So did you get a costume yet for tomorrow's Halloween party?" Chris asked Leanne as they walked back to her dorm together.
"Well I didn't have the money to buy me a costume, so I'm just going to make one," Leanne responded, giggling.
She felt Chris' arm hold her tight as they stopped in front of her building. He smiled at her, cupping her pretty pale freckled face. "You know how much I love you don't you?" She nodded, tiptoeing to kiss his lips softly.