Santiago runs his finger over my bottom lip and my red lipstick slightly smudges.
"Santi," I hiss. He leans down and nicks my bottom lip in return.
"It's Mr. Alvaro to you, secretary," he rumbles. He ran his hand that was resting on my hips down to...
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"What the hell am I going to wear?"
I fall back on my bed while Desire and Aolani flip through my closet.
I've never been to an auction before; they didn't really have things like that in Hawaii.
I didn't know what people wore to auctions and from my Google search; I clearly don't have those clothes.
I have work, casual, club, but auction clothes?
Who knew that was even a category on its own?
"You mind if I borrow this dress? I'm meeting Nathan later and that'll make my tits look good," Aolani asks.
I roll my eyes. "Go nuts."
"You have a bunch of clothes, Lei," Desire says. "There must be something in here you can throw together."
"I've tried." I skimmed at best.
"I looked over every single thing in there." I looked at like four dresses.
"Uh...alright. I found something."
She holds up a thin-strapped, black skim dress and a white fur jacket. "Those black pumps will go perfectly with this."
I propped myself on my elbow and looked at the outfit in her hand. I squinted at it. "Isn't that more datish?"
Aolani wiggles her eyebrows at me. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, you freak?"
I roll my eyes. "No, I don't want that. Santiago is my boss."
"I don't call my bosses by their first name. Nor do they tell me to," Desire says, giving me a wink.
"Why are you encouraging this? Didn't you want him?" I asked, started to get annoyed.
"Yeah, a year ago. I'm over it now. You two would be so cute. Office romances are totally in right now."
I sigh and push myself off the bed. "Alright, alright, I'll go and try it on. He'll be here to pick me up soon anyway."
I put on fresh deodorant and lotion. I brushed my teeth and did my makeup. I put on my clothes and let my hair down. It's been in a tight ponytail all week.
I grabbed my black purse and my pumps. At exactly six o'clock I got a call from an unknown number.
"Hello."
"Ms. Mahelona, it's Yeshua, Mr. Alvaro's driver. I am outside of your apartment."
"Uh. Okay."
The phone clicks and hangs up. I slip my phone into my purse. "Driver's here," I say, turning around to look at Desire and Aolani.
