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The voice at the other end of the line was hesitant. “Hello?”
“Ethan?”
“Yes. Who’s this?”
He swallowed down the fear that had been choking him. “This is West. I need your help.”
Chapter Twenty
“Fill this out and submit it when you’re finished. You’ll need to do a new typing test too.”
Lauren sighed and tugged on the end of her braid. Today had been a banner day already. She’d to
ld her folks once and for all that she appreciated them getting her back into the university, but she couldn’t go back. It wasn’t right.
She was forging her own path, as crazy as it was. She was pretty sure she was going to write that book about the female orgasm. And probably one about loving a rockstar, and everything that came with it.
How being with a guy like that changed a person. How love changed a person.
Though she had to say, being back at the A-Ok temporary agency had to be her version of hell. She was surprised she didn’t smell smoke.
Just the faint smell of burning plastic from someone’s lunch down the hall. Eh, close enough.
“Seriously? I’ve done like twenty of them.”
“Right, but they aren’t current. It’s been months since the last time you were unfortunately released from your duties.”
“Look, I suck at typing. Whether I hit forty words or forty-two, all crap. Just give me some other kind of job. You don’t just have office jobs here. I read the poster. I can read.”
The receptionist gave her a baleful look. “Ma’am, we have a procedure. Please submit your form when you’re finished and then we’ll have you do a new typing test.”
“For fuck’s sake, I don’t want to do a goddamn—”
“What Miss Bryant means,” Ethan said smoothly, coming up beside her, “is that she’d be happy to take a typing test, though she’s certain that isn’t the best representation of her skills.”
The receptionist brightened, taking in Ethan’s impeccably styled dark hair and long designer coat. “Oh, and who are you?”
“Just a friend.” He gave Lauren a quick smile that let her know that he’d be getting receptionist chick’s number later.
Good for him. Someone should be getting laid, even if it wasn’t her.
In all fairness, it had only been a few days. Not a lifetime by any stretch. But after a girl went without for oh, a lifetime, she rapidly developed certain needs.
Many needs.
So yes, she’d done some scouring online for a vibrator. Just to take the edge off now and then. She wasn’t turning into a fiend or anything.
Perhaps she was.
Next she’d probably start looking for blow-up dolls. Whether it was one designed with flowing blond locks or with cropped close hair, she wasn’t choosy.
The vibrant green eyes, however, were a deal breaker.
“I’ll fill out your damn form,” she muttered, snatching the clipboard and taking the only empty seat next to the receptionist’s circular desk.
“Not there,” Ethan said, immediately pulling her up by the elbow. “Miss, do you mind?” he asked an elderly woman seated near the window that looked out into the mall. “We need this seat.”
“Ethan,” Lauren gasped, aghast. “What was wrong with that other seat?”
