An Imperfect Love Story - Book 8

A New Co-Worker

LENA POV

I loved my new job and never in a million years did I ever think I'd be working at an art gallery for it was only a year ago that I was stuck selling fragrances and working for Jenna at Walker Scott. Honestly, I hated that time in my life and every time I thought back to it a chill would run up my spine or my stomach would turn. Of course Walker Scott had closed it's doors, and Jenna was out of a job last I heard. But, somehow my check had mysteriously  appeared one day just when I needed it most.

Stef had flat out denied getting it for me, but I knew better, and even if it wasn't her, it was because of her. She was relentless when it came to fairness, yet when it came to me paying her back for money I felt I owed her, it was like pulling teeth. That woman was just so stubborn that there was just no way around it. Yet, right now I wasn't even thinking of that and well, more about how she had fucked me so hard last night to the point I woke up with a sore pussy.

Hell I didn't know what we were doing and maybe we didn't need to know. We both probably needed to get off sexually and well we knew how to please each other well. But once more, I'd shove that out of my mind for now as I carry my bag and thermos to my desk where I was receptionist and jump as I hear Michelle start talking.

"Good morning, Lena Adams! Guess what today is?"

I laugh as I place my car keys in my bag before slipping it under the desk. "Jesus, Michelle. Ever hear of not sneaking up on people?"

She laughs as she is leaning against the desk, her coffee in her hand. "You say that just about every day. Your head is in the clouds, or I don't know what. But today we launch our first ever art class, andddddd...drum roll, please?"

I laugh again as I take my seat and look over the calendar, "Yes, I see Denise Mercer will be our guest teacher. I don't know how I forgot that was today. We worked on it for weeks and weeks, and now it's here."

"Good thing you weren't the one to get her from the airport, silly," Michelle teases as she stands up, something I'm thankful for, for she was the office gossip, and I hated when she leaned on my desk and spouted off more crap about things I didn't care about.

"Well, I AM the one to set up her room. So, if you'll excuse me, I better get started," I abruptly cut her off and do my best not to roll my eyes as I grab the itinerary and head to the giant conference room we'd be using for the class.

Pushing open the doors, I walk straight for the giant cabinet which held all of the art supplies I had been purchasing throughout the last several months, and I hold up my clipboard as I read what today's painting and drawing class would need.

Miss Mercer had sent over an extensive list and was very detailed down to the type of brushes, the sizes, shapes and various paint brands and canvases that she wanted the class to use. I found it funny that she was so detail oriented but, I understood because every artist was very specific in what they wanted to use and what they felt was the best material.  Even myself and I had recognized some of the supplies she suggested, many of which were very expensive and ones I never had enough money to really purchase.

But her being so detailed made it much easier when I went shopping as I begin pulling out the brand new sketch pencils for today's class along with a few of the canvases she wanted.

"I didn't think you would pay any attention, but I'm glad you did. It will make today a hell of a lot easier," I hear as I drop the handful of pencils all over the ground as I turn around and see who must be Denise Mercer.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were...you were in here!" I nervously begin picking up the pencils as she quickly walks over and joins me.

Her soft blue eyes meet mine as she smiles softly, handing them to me and we both stand to our feet as I set the pencils down to take her outstretched hand. "Don't worry about it."