Forbidden Heart: A Reverse Harem Fairy Tale (LUV Academy Book 2) by Mia Harlan & Vivi Clarke

Author:Mia Harlan & Vivi Clarke [Harlan, Mia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mia Harlan
Published: 2020-06-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

I head back to the apartment for lunch, unwilling to spend a single penny on food when I need it to fix my fractured heart. I take my time filling out the application, put on some more of my lucky lip-gloss, and make my way to the jewelry store.

The bell jingles happily above my head, and I feel like I’m entering an enchanted kingdom. The gold and diamonds sparkling around me lend generously to that notion.

“Hello?” I call out, since, once again, there’s no sign of my fairy godblazer.

Seconds pass in silence, and then he ducks out from the back room and greets me with an ivory smile.

“There you are,” he says cheerfully, as if greeting an old friend. I return the smile and hand him my application.

“Hello,” I say softly. I don’t remember his name, though. Did he even tell me his name? I can’t very well call him fairy godblazer for the next three hours.

“Roonie...” he nods, reading my name off the application, and then extends his hand. “I’m Anderson.”

“Like Hans Christian Andersen?” Creator of fairy tales? My eyes widen as I grip his hand and try to follow the rhythm of his bouncy handshake.

“With an ‘o’, but yes.” He shoots me another ivory smile and gestures for me to follow him around the back counter. I do so.

I’ve never been in an employees-only area before. It feels one-part Cinderella at the ball, and one-part dream come true.

We head into the back room, passing shelf after shelf of neatly packed boxes, and head toward a door at the back. He holds the door open for me, and I enter an office area with papers posted all over the cork board and a surprisingly old computer sitting on a cluttered desk.

Anderson files my application in a wall-mounted folder and turns to me.

“And that concludes our tour,” he says, gesturing for me to follow him back out into the store.

Hurriedly, I follow.

“All you have to do is clean. If any customers come in, just holler.” He stops at a supply closet. Inside are the familiar tools of my old trade: a vacuum cleaner, paper towel, cleaning spray, things like that. Definitely Cinderella. “Start at this shelf over here and work your way around. I’ll be in the back. I have a backlog of orders, and I want to have them and your necklace done before closing.”

I dutifully nod.

“You’ve got everything you need then?” Anderson asks.

I nod again.

“Good stuff.” He claps his hands and disappears into the back room. Guess that’s that.

I am left alone in the showroom. My only accompaniment is the hum of the air conditioning.

I crack my knuckles and then grab the dusting cloth. Time to get to work.

As I dust each shelf and display case, I hum to myself. Humming turns into wordless singing, which turns into a yelp.

A splinter pierces my rubber gloves and stabs my finger. Its tiny size is more than compensated for by its sharpness. Drawing a strained breath, I pull off my glove.

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