Hooked on the Kicker, a Steamy Sports Romance: Jersey Chasers, Book 4 by Ashlyn Hope

Author:Ashlyn Hope [Hope, Ashlyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Double Quill Books
Published: 2020-08-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

It was on days like this that I was glad to have a boss that didn’t give a damn about the job or even the company for that matter. If I was at my old job for example… or the one before that… and especially the one before that, then I would have been fired the instant that I walked onto the floor. Well, technically I would have been fired a solid hour before that, but as I was running over two hours late, they would have had to wait to make it official.

I walked onto my work floor at Boutique two hours later than when my shift officially started, but I was able to do so with me head held high and secure in the knowledge that no one was going to do anything, say anything, or so much as care.

Indeed, the first person that I actually saw was my boss, Mr. Stanley. Literally when the elevator doors opened onto my floor, Mr. Stanley stood on the other side waiting. He looked at me as I got off the elevator too, frowning to himself. But then his phone vibrated, he grabbed for it, had a chuckle at whatever it was that was sent to him and walked right past me. Damn I loved this job.

“And where have you been?” Tiffany scolded jokingly as I strolled into our cubicle and fell into my chair. “I’ve been worried sick. I’ve called half the police stations and hospitals in the city!”

“Sorry, Mom,” I sighed as I gently rested my head on the desk. Damn I was tired and as much as I would have liked to, I just couldn’t summon the enthusiasm to play along with Tiffany’s charade. “It won’t happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t,” Tiffany continued. “Unless that is, that you were out getting some lovely dick? If that was the case, then I might see it in myself to forgive and forget.”

Rather than answering, and with my head still planted firmly on my desk, I looked up at Tiffany and smiled a very telling smile.

“I knew it!” She clapped her hands together. “Tell me everything. And I do mean everything. None of these half-details like before. I want gossip. I want positions. I want size, shapes, amount of orgasms and I want them --”

“Will you keep it down,” I hissed, sitting up and looking around the cubicle worried that someone might suddenly pop their head over the wall and ask who it was that I had been fucking.

“I will not,” she said with defiance, crossing her arms and staring at me as if daring me to try and ignore her.

“Fine,” I sighed. I had close to no energy and could feel the little I did possess slowly seeping from my body by the second. “Break room?”

“Of course!” Tiffany near skipped from the cubicle toward the break room. I followed, although with nowhere near the enthusiasm.

When I entered the small kitchen a moment later, I was relieved to find it empty.

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