Page 2 of His Sassy Intern
“Awesome. Let’s get our sexy little asses inside, accomplish our mission, and after that, we can turn some college jocks’ heads and hope not to spend the rest of Halloween in countylockup.”
“Let’s do this!” she agrees, giving me a mocksalute.
I look up at the brightly painted red double doors that I can only describe as fitting for Halloween. It screams Gothic church, or something out of a fifties vampire flick. The thing has black rivets, carved panels, wrought iron accents, and even a large carved pentagram above the soaring archway. And those aren’t even decorations. This front entrance seems ominous. We shouldn't have even dreamed of doing what we have planned here, but I made a promise, and I’m feeling wicked. I’m all in. I notice two seniors open a second floor window. I shake my head. These guys are hanging a freshman out the window by using bedsheets as an underarm sling. They throw a white sheet over him to make the kid look like a ghost, and start high-fiving each other. They see me looking up and wave. One of the idiots says something to the effect that they ran out of decoratingbudget.
The kid under the sheet shouts out, “I volunteeredforthis!”
To be honest, his job is starting to look way better than the one I have as an intern, so I just loop my hand into Wendy’s arm and push open the front door. “Let’s find Holly, drink, dance, and get shitfaced,” I tell her, reaching into my clutch purse to turn off my phone. “How do I look? Is my tail onstraight?”
Wendy looks me up and down. “Shake out those curls a little,” she tells me. “You’re a redhead. You want to look wild andwindblown.”
“It’s not wild enough beingthisred?”
“Hell no.” She straightens my already sleek, strapless leather bustier with the deep V-neck, and ruffles up the back of my layered black tulle tutu. All I have on underneath this tutu are my thong panties, and the matching black frilly knickers that came with thebustier.
“Yousure?”
“Meow, sweet cheeks,” she drawls out, and slaps my almost completelyexposedass.
“With the mood I’m in, it’s more likepurr,hiss,snarland scratch someone’s eyes out,” Iadmit.
“We’ll channel that anger and make it count.” Giving me a nod, she steps inside. “Happy Halloween, bitches! Look what the cute kitty cat dragged in!” she yells to the crowd of party people. Good thing the music drowned out most of Wendy’s voice. Levi Eldridge is supposed to be here tonight. My goal is to get our little task complete, drink my face off, lay low and avoid him for the night. I’m off the clock and on my own time. No Eldridge—father or son—is getting one second of leeway to fuck with myimpendingbuzz.
Except Levi must not have gottenthememo.
He’s the first one to spot me as I walk in, and he’s headingmyway.
Well,fuck.
