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My phone rings as I pull into my driveway.
"Hello?" I answer through the Bluetooth speaker.
"Hello, is this Scarlett?" an unfamiliar woman's asks.
"Yes, this is Scar."
"Hi, Scar! I am so happy to have gotten in touch with you. My name is Mallory Jenkins, and I own Colours of Harmony. I reviewed your submitted portfolio and am very impressed," she says excitedly.
Portfolio? What the hell is she talking about?
"I'm sorry, but I never submitted a portfolio."
Or did I and don't remember?
"It appears someone has submitted one for you. I'd like to offer you a gallery assistant position for twenty-five an hour. You'll mostly provide administrative and customer service, coordinate events, and manage the gallery's collection."
There's a slight pause before she speaks again.
"This will get your foot in the door. The experience will be beneficial to your future plans."
She's right. I need exposure to become an artist and open my gallery someday.
"Yes. I am interested. Thank you so much for the opportunity."
"Wonderful! Do you need to provide your employer notice?"
"Yes, I do."
"Wonderful. Let's schedule you to come in two weeks from today at nine a.m."
"Sounds good. Thank you, Mallory."
"You are very welcome. I look forward to working with you," she says before ending the call.
Maybe this is the beginning of a normal life.
THIRTY-FOUR
MAVERICK
I've been keeping my distance from Scar, giving her the space she needs, but damnit, it's killing me.
I missher.
I try to watch her from a distance without looking like a creeper. I'll take what I can get for a glimpse of my Tinkerbelle.
When Mallory called, stating Scar had accepted the job, I wanted to dance. I want to see her succeed in doing something she loves. Scar has always allowed her disorder to affect the way she views herself to the point where she feels unworthy. It kills me that she feels that way, so this was my fourth birthday present to her.
I sit in my seat, watching Scar leave the gallery with a bright smile. Fuck, it's so good to see her come alive.
I climb out of my car and cross the street, slowly approaching her. The gallery sits between a boutique and a small pizza shop. Just a few more steps until I reach her.
God, she's fucking gorgeous.
She's wearing a pink plaid skater skirt, pink Converse, and a tight white top that looks like her buttons will pop. I groan as I look down at her smooth tan legs that look like they have spent some time in the sun.
I follow Scar to her car, and she still doesn’t notice my presence until she drops her keys and I get a glimpse of her ass.
