him from the second he opened the door. I looked on in
exasperation.
“Dixie!” She
reluctantly tore her eyes away from Heller’s face. “Help me pack,
please?” I was hoping Heller would leave us, but he sat on the edge
of Dixie’s rumpled bed and watched while I pulled my tattered
backpack from the top of my wardrobe. Dixie helped me shove my
clothes into it.
“You should
fold your clothes before packing. That way they won’t become
wrinkled,” he criticised.
“Yes, I know
that, but I’m trying to hurry. As you requested,” I replied
crossly. It was disturbing to have him watching me as I pushed my
panties and bras into the backpack.
“Hey, that’s
my top,” Dixie said, attempting to snatch a red shirt from my
hands.
“No, it’s not.
I bought it in that sale last year. Remember?”
“Yeah, but I’m
the one who wears it all the time. It’s my favourite top,” Dixie
complained.
“Yes, but I
paid for it,” I replied hotly. “Therefore, it’s mine!”
“Leave the
shirt,” Heller ordered. Dixie smiled at him and plucked it from my
hands triumphantly.
“Thank you,
Heller,” she said sweetly. I glared at them both and stomped into
the bathroom to gather my toiletries and makeup. With those safely,
though not tidily, stowed in my old backpack and sweeping the few
books and CDs I owned in as well, my packing was complete.
“Is that all
your belongings?” Heller asked in surprise. “I thought you’d have a
few suitcases, not just one bag.”
“Yeah, well, I
like to live lightly,” I said loftily, tossing my hair over my
shoulders. “I want to be free, not encumbered by possessions.”
“She’s flat
broke,” Dixie confided to Heller, who raised an eyebrow in
amusement. “Last month she had to hock the camera her parents
bought her for her birthday to pay the rent. I don’t know what she
was going to do this month. She’s run out of things to sell. She
was probably going to have to screw the landlord.”
“ Dixie! Will you shut up? You know I’d never do that!” I shrieked in
embarrassment. She shrugged as if it was no big deal to screw the
landlord, which only made me wonder if she had ever done so before.
Frankly, it wouldn’t have surprised me.
Heller’s eyes
rested on me in cool contemplation, but he refrained from
commenting. “Let’s go,” he said instead, standing up to tower over
both of us. He leant over to pick up my backpack and I caught Dixie
ogling his butt. I couldn’t blame her; it was well worth ogling. I
gave myself a mental slap. Be professional! He’s your boss
now .
Dixie and I
shared a quick hug and I promised to be in touch. I felt like a
louse leaving her in that dump while I waltzed off to start my
lovely new life. Heller promised to cover my share of the rent
until a new flatmate could be found. Knowing Dixie, she wouldn’t be
hurrying to replace me and Heller could come to regret that
generous offer. As I climbed into his Mercedes, I saw Dixie waving
sadly from the bedroom window. I bit down hard on my bottom lip to
stop the tears coming. Heller didn’t strike me as someone who would
be particularly empathetic in emotional times like this.
No sooner had
we driven off, then my phone beeped. I took it from my handbag and
saw a text message from Dixie.
It read: that man is sizzling HOT HOT HOT!!!!
truth! I texted back.
omg! his
accent! his body! im in lurv
i noticed!
hes a bilf
wtf???
boss id
like 2 fuk! I snorted out loud with laughter. Heller flicked
his cold eyes to me.
I wrote: norty girl!
ooh! does
he like norty asian girls? Another involuntary snort from
me.
“Ms Chalmers,”
he warned.
gotta go.
my new daddys strict , I texted.
spankz for u
2nite!
lolz! only if
im lucky! c u soon xx
I put my phone
away and stared out of the window the rest of the way back to the
Warehouse.
Chapter
6
When we
returned, we went upstairs back to the office and I was surprised
to see the cleaning team and glazier that Daniel had
exasperation.
“Dixie!” She
reluctantly tore her eyes away from Heller’s face. “Help me pack,
please?” I was hoping Heller would leave us, but he sat on the edge
of Dixie’s rumpled bed and watched while I pulled my tattered
backpack from the top of my wardrobe. Dixie helped me shove my
clothes into it.
“You should
fold your clothes before packing. That way they won’t become
wrinkled,” he criticised.
“Yes, I know
that, but I’m trying to hurry. As you requested,” I replied
crossly. It was disturbing to have him watching me as I pushed my
panties and bras into the backpack.
“Hey, that’s
my top,” Dixie said, attempting to snatch a red shirt from my
hands.
“No, it’s not.
I bought it in that sale last year. Remember?”
“Yeah, but I’m
the one who wears it all the time. It’s my favourite top,” Dixie
complained.
“Yes, but I
paid for it,” I replied hotly. “Therefore, it’s mine!”
“Leave the
shirt,” Heller ordered. Dixie smiled at him and plucked it from my
hands triumphantly.
“Thank you,
Heller,” she said sweetly. I glared at them both and stomped into
the bathroom to gather my toiletries and makeup. With those safely,
though not tidily, stowed in my old backpack and sweeping the few
books and CDs I owned in as well, my packing was complete.
“Is that all
your belongings?” Heller asked in surprise. “I thought you’d have a
few suitcases, not just one bag.”
“Yeah, well, I
like to live lightly,” I said loftily, tossing my hair over my
shoulders. “I want to be free, not encumbered by possessions.”
“She’s flat
broke,” Dixie confided to Heller, who raised an eyebrow in
amusement. “Last month she had to hock the camera her parents
bought her for her birthday to pay the rent. I don’t know what she
was going to do this month. She’s run out of things to sell. She
was probably going to have to screw the landlord.”
“ Dixie! Will you shut up? You know I’d never do that!” I shrieked in
embarrassment. She shrugged as if it was no big deal to screw the
landlord, which only made me wonder if she had ever done so before.
Frankly, it wouldn’t have surprised me.
Heller’s eyes
rested on me in cool contemplation, but he refrained from
commenting. “Let’s go,” he said instead, standing up to tower over
both of us. He leant over to pick up my backpack and I caught Dixie
ogling his butt. I couldn’t blame her; it was well worth ogling. I
gave myself a mental slap. Be professional! He’s your boss
now .
Dixie and I
shared a quick hug and I promised to be in touch. I felt like a
louse leaving her in that dump while I waltzed off to start my
lovely new life. Heller promised to cover my share of the rent
until a new flatmate could be found. Knowing Dixie, she wouldn’t be
hurrying to replace me and Heller could come to regret that
generous offer. As I climbed into his Mercedes, I saw Dixie waving
sadly from the bedroom window. I bit down hard on my bottom lip to
stop the tears coming. Heller didn’t strike me as someone who would
be particularly empathetic in emotional times like this.
No sooner had
we driven off, then my phone beeped. I took it from my handbag and
saw a text message from Dixie.
It read: that man is sizzling HOT HOT HOT!!!!
truth! I texted back.
omg! his
accent! his body! im in lurv
i noticed!
hes a bilf
wtf???
boss id
like 2 fuk! I snorted out loud with laughter. Heller flicked
his cold eyes to me.
I wrote: norty girl!
ooh! does
he like norty asian girls? Another involuntary snort from
me.
“Ms Chalmers,”
he warned.
gotta go.
my new daddys strict , I texted.
spankz for u
2nite!
lolz! only if
im lucky! c u soon xx
I put my phone
away and stared out of the window the rest of the way back to the
Warehouse.
Chapter
6
When we
returned, we went upstairs back to the office and I was surprised
to see the cleaning team and glazier that Daniel had
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