Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
“I’ll take a slice of that cheesecake from the shop on the corner.”
“It’s like $8.00 a slice!”
“I suppose it’ll just have to be Kat and me this weekend.”
“Fine, you witch! I’ll do it. Are you happy?”
I grin. “Pleased as Punch. Now pass me a towel, will you?”
I don’t bother telling Yasmine or Kat about the minor, oh-so-small inconvenience wherein Logan might be off limits and if I so much as kiss him on the cheek, I might be fired and lose all my income and become destitute and have to move back to England and find work on the streets. Instead, I decide it’s best to figure out as much as I can before bringing in the other two Stooges.
First thing Friday morning, I head straight for the headmistress’s office at The Day School. I am not a rule-breaker. Truly. I once got pulled over while I was driving, and because I thought the officer was going to give me a speeding fine, I cried so hard he ended up consoling me through the window and then had to use my mobile to phone my mum to see if she could come meet me since I was no longer fit to drive. It was only later that I learned he just wanted to let me know one of my car’s tail lights had gone out.
Anyway, I want to know for sure whether or not I have to keep my distance from Logan. I realize it might be all sorts of tantalizing to go after a forbidden man, but I like my job and I’m not trying to throw it away for a quick romp in the hay.
I round the corner and see Mrs. Halliday’s office up ahead. Her secretary is already perched at her desk out front, and I greet her with a warm smile. I’ve brought them each a bribe.
“Good morning, Laura. Fancy a latte?”
She grins in surprise. “That’s so nice! You didn’t have to do that.”
I very much did.
I pass her the Starbucks drink then offer a grin of my own. “Is Mrs. Halliday busy or could I have a little chat with her?”
Laura frowns after taking a quick sip of her latte. “Actually, she isn’t here today.”
“Isn’t here? What do you mean?”
I’m sure all the color has drained from my face.
“Her husband is scheduled for a dental procedure, so Mrs. Halliday had to be there to drive him home after.”
Bugger. Shite. Crap.
“But surely I could still reach her by phone?”
Laura takes another prolonged sip of that latte before shaking her head. “I’m afraid not. She’s asked me to hold her calls today. Doesn’t want to be disturbed, just in case.”
It’s dental work, not open-heart surgery. For the love of—
“Okay, I see.”
I have half a mind to yank that half-empty latte right out of her hand. Some help she was!
This is worse than I was expecting. I thought I’d have a quick word with Mrs. Halliday and know one way or the other whether I’d be allowed to date Logan. Sure, yes, it’s laughable that I would date him even if it weren’t against the rules. I’m sort of putting the cart before the horse here, but it’s in the realm of possibility at least!
Now, I have no way of knowing.
Now, I’ll have to go into the weekend and be on my best behavior.
No snogging his face off. No doing a little striptease and showing him just how not cute I can be.
Could my life get any worse?
“OH MY GOD. UNZIP IT!”
“I can’t! It’s stuck!”
“Okay, hilarious. You two have had your fun, but seriously, get me out of this thing.”
It’s suddenly hard to breathe in this posh dressing room, like maybe they’ve done something to the air so we’ll get a little lightheaded and forget we can’t afford a single item of clothing in this store, not even a sock.
I twist away from Yasmine and try to get a good look of my back in the mirror. The zipper she had trouble getting up a few minutes ago is the culprit. It’s what’s keeping me in this dress that we saw in the window as we were passing by on our way to cheaper shops down the road, the ones that sell panties five to a pack.
It’s a short red frock with thin crisscross straps in the back and a flirty hemline. A real showstopper.
“Oh my god, imagine if I wore that tonight?” is what I said, and Yasmine and Kat were all, “Oh, you’d knock Logan’s socks off for sure,” and then we sort of laughed and watched as this full-on glamazon walked out of the store with three bags in tow, a whiff of gentle perfume assaulting me as she passed by. I had a moment of absolute rage that I’d have to go to the party in a brown paper sack instead of this amazing red dress, so I whisked open the shop’s door and strolled right in to find a sales associate.