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My cheeks flush. As if he would ever. The team captain is the type of boy who dates cheerleaders, not girls like me who hide at the back of the bleachers. I run my tongue across my braces. Sawyer High’s star player doesn’t even know I’m alive. And why would he? He’s so handsome that every girl in school wants to date him, so why would he notice the troll among the princesses?
Reluctantly, I snatch the onesie from Gary and take it into the bathroom. I didn’t have boobs the last time I wore this, and I’m shocked it still fits. Not that it fits well. The underwear part of the onesie is riding up my ass like a thong. My cleavage is obnoxiously huge, and the low cut reveals the middle part of my bra.
I come out of the bathroom, and he hops into the air. “Yes, Queen!”
“C’mon. I look ridiculous. My bra is showing.”
“Well then, take it off!”
There’s no way that’s going to work, but just to prove it, I unclip my bra and weave it out from inside the outfit. To my relief, not only can I breathe more easily, but without the constraint of the bra, my boobs dip and my cleavage becomes less obnoxious. The tightness of the top offers just enough support.
“Oh. My. God,” Gary exclaims. “You look sexy, Girl.”
I can’t believe I’m considering this. “It’s good?”
“So good. This will be you later.” Gary crashes onto my bed, grabs my pillow, and wraps his arms and legs around it, thrusting his pelvis back and forth. “Oh, baby, oh, baby, I love you.”
I roll my eyes back into my head, and I can’t suppress the smile as I stare at myself in the mirror. Gary has a point. If I’m ever going to get noticed, tonight will be the night. Maybe I’ll even get my long awaited first kiss.
Chapter 1
Present Day—Lara
Ohgod,IthinkI’m going to throw up.
The stink of rotting gorgonzola cheese overwhelms me, his repulsing breath on my face as I finish typing the order. Why is he standing so close to me, hovering like an annoying bug?
It’s not the first time Mr. Rowles has breached the bubble of my personal space, but I stay silent, because he’s my boss. My rent is due on Monday and my paycheck is in his office.
The featureless clock on the wall of the barren lobby says it’s ten to five, and I can’t get out of this hellhole soon enough. Mr. Rowles picks at his teeth with his pinky nail, peering over my shoulder at the computer. “The tires, don’t forget to add the tires.”
“Got it.” I punch the ink stamp down on the final invoice, assuming it’s clear to him that I’m ready to leave for the day.
Stillten minutes to five? Jesus, is the clock broken?
He’s so close now, I hear his stomach grumble. “You’re in a rush, huh? Got a hot date tonight?” he chides.
The idea of me going on a date is humorous to him, and his laughter triggers a knot of tightness in my chest. I may not be the most beautiful bird in the flock, but that shouldn’t mean I don’t have a love life. But my chest tightens as I remind myself that he’s right and I actuallydon’thave a love life. But I’m not desperate enough to sleep withhim. I’ve been on dates, and I’ve been with a few men, but it was never more than a fling or a one-night stand. They always leave after they’re done with me.
Some people sayyou know love when you see it, but I’ve never seen it, so who knows if they’re right? As things stand, I hope I never see it, because I’ve been through enough pain to last me a lifetime and I’d rather not have to hurt anymore.
Right now, I just want to get my paycheck and go home. I can’t breathe in this place. I force a smile through my clenched teeth. “I’m just looking forward to a quiet night in.”
He sighs, running the tip of his finger down the length of my forearm. "You know, Lara, you could really go places if you were just willing tohelpme out, too."
The glare of the overhead light glints off his wedding band.
Is this guy for real? What a pig. As if I needed more proof that love is not all that. I’m much better off without it. Who wants to fall in love with somebody, get married, and then have her troll of a husband chasing every skirt around? Not me, thank you very much.
“Could I get my paycheck?” My voice is barely above a whisper, my gaze locked on the front doors as I plan my escape.
He reaches out, his fingers twirling around my long auburn hair.
An icy chill floods my veins, and my muscles harden and freeze.
“Sure.” His breath against my neck makes me squirm. “Let’s go to my office.”
As soon as I get up, he presses himself against me. His growing erection, pitching a tent in his pants, grazes my thigh, and it’s so revolting I feel the urge to scrub myself raw to remove the skank.
