Rhea Taylor applies for a job with a position for assistant chief hoping to further her status later on. What happens when she gets paired with the man in charge?
Head chief of the department, Aaron Young, works day and night with no rest. He can't...
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⇠⇢ "And I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the lights No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch" ⇠⇢ Rhea Taylor ⇠⇢
"What the actual fuck, Lani?" I yell as I see Xolani laying comfortably on my bed about to burst into laughter. "What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?" She persuades.
"Um..this is my apartment" I rationalize. Picking up my keys that have fallen out of my hand from the 'surprise'.
"So, where ya been?" she asks like she didn't just break into my place. I did lock my apartment when I left, right? I'm pretty sure I did.
"Out" I place my keys on my dresser.
"Out where?" she questions sitting up. "Chief wasn't in his office earlier" she looks at me suspiciously and then her eyes grow wide. "What the fuck is that, Rhea?".
"What, what are you talking about?" I genuinely question and then look behind me to see if she saw a ghost or something.
"There's a fucking hickey on your neck the size of a grape...damn" she gets off the bed and comes toward me. "He did this?" she examines it.
I turn to walk to my bathroom with her following me as I look at the hickey myself. "Shit..." I mumble, touching it slightly. It doesn't hurt but damn he can bite.
"Did you guys like have...sex?" she asks and I turn to her so fast, I almost gave myself whiplash. "I'll take that as a no, but you guys obviously did something for that huge mosquito mark to be on you" she points at it then looks at it through the mirror.
"Don't tell anyone please" I plead.
"I won't" she settles.
"How'd you get in here?" I ask, changing the subject.
"Come on, I'm a firefighter I can get into houses easy peasy but to answer your question I used my bobby pin" she takes one out of her curly hair to show me. "Of course I wouldn't use the tools we use on the job to open your door because otherwise your knob would be broken" she chuckles and I shake my head.
"I'm going to get ready for the night, um...help yourself I guess" I say but by the time I finish my sentence she's already out the door.
"I'm on it!" she yells from the living room.
I go to my dresser and pull out some plaid shorts, a large tee, and some underwear. I go back to my bathroom and close the door. My phone buzzes in my back pocket and I take it out then sit on top of the counter.
