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Successful applicant will be given their own room and bathroom, rostered days off on rotation, and a work phone and email account with great pay and insurance incentives.
To apply, please submit your resume to [email protected]
I clap so loud that my ears ring, giggling as enthrall runs through me. Is this real? Is this too good to be true? Could my luck be turning? Jobs like this rarely pop up, unless you’re in the big smoke.
I could live in someone’s house. I mean, I guess it gets me out of this empty one. So what, I have to cook, and clean, I do that anyway! And the best part? I get to actually do what I love doing—working with authors.
Curiosity floods my mind,I wonder who it is?I look back at the stack of books by my bag. Imagine if it’s Izzy Wentworth! My favorite author. She lives in Canada, I don’t know where but just imagine.
Oh, I think I’d die with joy.
Chapter Ten
HOLLY
I maketight swirls around my clit, working a delicate rhythm that only I know and love while the shower water scalds my back at alarming temperatures. I plan on washing away the blues from my second night of sorrows down the drain by fingering myself senseless and not coming out of the water until I look like a cooked crab and my clit is swollen beyond compare.
My mind drifts back to the guy from the bar last night, setting fire to all of my senses in an instant. With the steady burn from the shower and that man in my vision, my nipples pinch tight. His rugged lumberjack physique, strong and stubbled jawline. His deep, professor-like voice, so rigid yet tentative. The way his hand felt when it touched mine, like a sizzle of lust and desire shooting through my blood.
A deep moan roars from deep within me, feeling the heated knot in my abdomen bringing me closer to oblivion with each circle. I don’t know how, but this is by far the best impending climax I’ve felt. I’ve done this many times, but nothing has felt as good as right this very moment.
I imagine him moving slowly and gentle, talking me through each motion. Praising me… because for some reason, he seemsthe type and I can’t get it out of my head. He rolls ice over my nipples, then sucks them back to warmth again. He tastes my wetness from his fingers, demanding that I do too.
My pussy clenches with the need to climax. I’m close, so incredibly close. I’ll have to picture him every time from now on. Again, and again, and again. I picture him pulling my hair, sinkingdeepinto my core, tugging at my scalp, then massaging the tender area to soothe it. All to send my body into an erotic state between pleasure and pain. Stimulating each and every one of my senses.
Ecstasy creeps closer, and closer, and?—
My phone rings, vibrating loudly on the porcelain basin. “Shit!” I wail breathlessly, glancing down at it. I had only switched it on to check the maps for directions as I planned on going into town after my shower. I didn’t need data roaming on, since it’s all satellite based.
But clearly I was far too heated thinking ofhim…whoeverheis, and I must have forgotten to switch it off. I’d ignore the call if it was an Aussie number, but it wasn’t. It was Canadian.
Ugh, but I was too close.
Wait, maybe it’s a call about a job? I didn’t think I put my number in, but I must have. Putting the overthinking aside, I dry my hand and slide to answer—with a broken breath. “Hello?”
A beat passes, and I begin to think it’s a scam call. “Hello. Is this Miss Cate?” A rich, deep, business-man responds… It’s seductive, even, heightening the arousal that already runs through me, and I have to cross my legs to stop the ache.
Oh, no. Not helping.
“This is she, yes. Sorry you’ve caught me while I’m…”really mad at you for interrupting metrying to orgasm over a really hot guy that I’ll probably never see again, “…indecent. Can I call you back in two secs?” I add, still panting. The line goes silent again, and desperation hounds between my legs to finish.
“I’ll wait.” His tone is almost playful, laced with demand. For some ungodly reason I feel like he knowsexactlywhat I’ve been doing. And for an even more ungodly reason, even though I have no bloody clue who this man is,it excites me.
“Oh, uhm, okay.” I’m stuck for words.Come on, a job is more important than an orgasm.I let out a breathy sigh, putting my phone down, then switch off the water. The towel covers barely a third of my body, but I manage to wrap it tight. “Sorry, are you still there?”
His voice is once again inviting with a buzzing sense of arousal, and I can’t help but feel that it sounds familiar. “Of course. My name is Cyrus. I’m calling on behalf of Riverton House Publishing.”Oh my god, this job? Fuck yes!“As we’ve just seen your resume. I must say, it is quite appealing. Both myself and the publishing house are very pleased.”
“It is? You are?”
I’m surprised that he took an interest in my experience. I’d only worked in a very small publishing house for a garden magazine, not novels. And I’m a self-employed, freelance editor. Crap… what about my cooking? It’s… how do I say it lightly?
Average.
“Yes. When can you start?” Cyrus asks abruptly, sending the butterflies in my belly to dance. This is all happening so fast, I’ve not even had time to explore the town, but at least I can make a few dollars to buy things I need before my furniture arrives. Like food, and a kettle. I can’t believe I have to wait three to four weeks for my stuff.
Stuff you Christmas, making my stuff delayed.
“I can start as soon as you need me. But…” I freeze up, not wanting to admit that I have no car and would have to rely on getting an Uber to work everyday. I’d walk, but after the snow storm yesterday, I’m not game to walk in that every day.
