Page 25 of Shy Girls write it Better
“Good morning, Michelle.How can I help you?”
See?Big Girl Panties were super-efficient.
“Cut the crap.Why was Carter’s PA waiting foryou?”
One.Two.Three.She counted slowly, willing her mouth to formulate something that wasn’t going to get her fired.
“It was a personal matter, Michelle.”
“Right, she’s in your book club, too?”
Right about now, Cassie was mentally adding up her royalties and wondering whether shereallyneeded the job.
Probably not.
Still, she liked her security blanket.
“No – she just wanted to invite me to the Halloween bash,” she replied with a bright smile that hopefully added,you know, the one you’re probably not invited to, because you suck and no employee under your command has given you a high rating.
Michelle looked like she’d sucked on a lemon.
One point for Cassie, zero for her boss.
Cassie
“You’re kidding!”Amelia laughed so much she was half-snorting.
“Nope.I really let him spank me on his desk.”
This.This was why wine should be outlawed.
“I just can’t imagine you doing it,” Erin replied when she managed to pick her jaw up from the floor.“I mean, me?Anytime, anywhere.You’re just so… innocent.”
Cassie smirked, wondering if her old friend would think so if she knew what she did with most of her free time.
“So what now?You’re dating, or…”
She shook her head, and took another sip of wine.Unwise choice, as it turned out, as she found herself replying, “No, he doesn’t want my pussy because it’s unused.”
That was all she recalled of the events of the previous Friday night.Saturday she found two outbound calls, one that had lasted five minutes, another one that had lasted thirty-nine seconds.Both were to Carter.
Oh fuck.
He’d also sent a text she couldn’t bring herself to read until she’d had two coffees and pancakes.
You owe me.I shall collect by using you as a buffer.Today, 1pm, the Waldorf.Wear a dress.
Oh fuck.Glancing at the time, she hurried to take a shower and get ready; fifty minutes later, she was running out of the subway station on 51st Street, and made it to the Waldorf by five to one.
Carter
“There she is!”his mother cooed, greeting Cassie like she was a long-lost prodigal daughter finally returned to her.
Which, admittedly, was probably exactly how she saw this.
Cassie looked the part today: she wore a virginal white dress Marilyn Monroe would have approved of, and her hair, usually styled, just fell in soft golden waves around her shoulders.
Shoot me now.
