Page 45 of Brandy Snap: Part One

“I sent a text,” I rasped, my chest heaving. “Didn’t you get it? I’m off sick.”

“Come on, Mel. You just vanished yesterday. You didn’t even check in the staff room before you went.”

I released a shuddering breath as images of them assaulted me, and the burning heat in my body instantly grew worse.

“There was a mix-up with the schedule,” I sighed, my head dropping forward as I pressed my hand between my thighs. “And then I had a family emergency.”

Lucielle knew enough about my mum that she would probably let it go.

I screwed up, and the moment I touched my clit, I groaned.

But if she heard me that time, she didn’t show it.

“Listen, babe. I don’t know how to say this, but… the Spa manager is looking for you.”

“W-What!?” I yelped, my whole body jerking as fear pounded through me.

“Yeah, I don’t know… He even came into the staff room to ask me where you were. Even the higher-ups are getting involved. What’s going on? Did you do something?”

My heart plummeted at the thought that they might have told someone at the Spa I’d fucked them. That maybe they really did try to ‘hire’ me and the managers figured out what I’d done.

“Lucielle, I—” I choked off a sob as all the emotions I’d been stuffing down since I left them reared their ugly heads again. By myself, I could hold it together, just focus on getting through the heat, but now that I actually had someone to talk to, I couldn’t hide.

“Babe, is something happening?” She sounded so worried that I had to explain. She was my best friend, and she was the first person to reach out to me after I’d been missing for more than a day. My family, my other friends, people at work—no one had found it strange that I’d suddenly cut off contact.

Even talking with her was helping clear the fog of need that took me over.

“I’m in heat,” I gasped. With my fingers hard on my clit, I kept myself as still as possible so I didn’t moan anymore.

The silence that drew out between us was so long that I was sure she must have heard the rustling of the pillow before I stopped shaking my hips.

“What?” Her voice was hushed. “Mel… I thought you said you were ill?”

“No, I’m—ah!” Another burning flare burst through my body. “I’m in heat. I don’t know what happened, but as soon as I stepped into the Blue Suite, I presented. I had to get out of there,” I said. I wasn’t about to tell her I’d fucked some guests. Even though she was my best friend, she was still my boss.

And Lucielle should have known that, too.

“Lucielle? Do you know something?” Because if she’d spoken to the security team, they would have seen me enter the room and leave it half a day later with torn up clothes. They would know that I’d escaped via the fire exit and shot off in my car before my shift ended.

“No, I didn’t knowthiswould happen. Of course I didn’t. I wouldn’t have pushed you to come out for drinks with me if I’d known...” She trailed off as silence hung between us.

“But?”

“But…” She sighed heavily. I wanted to growl at her to hurry up. I had things I needed to do that I didn’t want my best friend to hear.

“But I was told to send you there,” she admitted.

Then it was my turn to be quiet.

It was only after I swallowed, forcing my already chaotic emotions to calm the hell down that I replied.

“What do you mean you were told to? Did you already know? Is that why they are looking for me?”

“I'm really sorry, Mel. Our boss said I had to send you there. That there had been a special request for a mid-heat clean up and you were the only one who could do it.”

“But how could they…”

“I don’t know. I haven’t got a single bloody clue what’s going on. But they told me I had to keep quiet. I wasn’t allowed to interrupt. I had to wait until you left the room.”

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