Internship with the Devil (Shut Up and Kiss Me Book 1) by Jaqueline Snowe

Author:Jaqueline Snowe [Snowe, Jaqueline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781648980060
Publisher: City Owl Press
Published: 2020-08-31T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

My eyes stung so bad—red, watery, and strained from looking at my laptop for hours on end. Everything in life happens for a reason, so my mother always said. Why did this have to happen?

“I think I’m going to warm up the coffee again.” Brock stood, wiping his hands over his face with an audible yawn. “You need a refill?”

I looked at my mug, empty, but the adrenaline from not passing this class was enough caffeine for me. “I’m good.”

“I forgot how much I don’t miss this shit.” He put the mug in the microwave, pushing himself up to sit on the counter. I took in his eyes, the bags under them and saw the clock read four thirty in the morning. We had to be at work in five freaking hours.

“Brock, words cannot tell you how much you’ve helped me tonight. You’re amazing. A freaking life saver. But, you can go. You look exhausted, and we have work soon.”

“Grace, you’re not coming in.” His face twisted. “I know you won’t like my answer, but too damn bad. Your education is significantly more important than one day at the internship.” He shook his head, biting his bottom lip. “You need to finish this.”

“I can do both. I’ll—”

“No. I hate to play this card on you, but I’m vetoing you.” He narrowed his eyes and set his jaw in determination. “I can find the contract I have with the school. Technically speaking, I can tell you to stay here. Don’t force me to play dirty.”

I eyed him, then nodded, covering my own mouth with a yawn. “Although I hope to never say this again, you’re right.”

He grinned, lazily, and grabbed his mug from the microwave. I rubbed my temples at the pounding there and went through the stack of notes and lists we had accumulated over the five hours we had been working. “Come to think of it, I might even take a half day tomorrow.”

“Can you do that? Whenever you want?”

“I guess, yeah. There is never a slow day during the season, but it’ll be a film day for the offense and morning practice for defense. I’ll head in and make sure nothing happens. But this afternoon? Hell no. I can leave because no one will be practicing, thus, no risk of injuries happening. Plus, one of the part-timers will be there for ice.” He sipped the coffee, grabbing the nearest book. “You have your sources all listed on notecards, right?”

“Yeah. I think. I left them somewhere.” I pushed my chair out, standing up and looking at the mess on the table. It all blurred together, my eyes straining passed any point I had ever experienced. I reached over Brock’s arms, seeing the stack of notecards buried under textbooks. Our arms brushed, but it was enough to send a thrill through me. Geesh. I was exhausted if an arm touch got me all hot.

With my luck they had probably vanished. “There they are. Everything is starting to look the same.

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