Taming Fire [Book One of The Burning Fire Chronicles]

03 | Taming a New Job

03 | Taming a New Job

Azalea Ember Quinn

Today is this day. The day we start the mission. I've been on missions before and not long ago, but it's been a while since I've done a mission where I had to go undercover. I'm mostly excited than nervous honestly.

"Ember! We're about to leave, hurry up!" Frank yelled from the other side of the door.

"I'll be out in five minutes!" I yelled back at him while picking up my undercover disguise.

"You said that last time!"

"Well I'm trying to see how I'm suppose to wear this disguise!" I heard him groan before opening the door.

Since he was gay like Oliver, Bridgette and I are comfortable to the point where we don't have to lock our doors. It's clear that Frank and Oliver are gay; from that one night...ugh. Frank even walked into the bathroom while I was in the shower. No perverted comments or bulge. He just walked in took what he needed, stared at me for a second before leaving. He's really into Oliver more than Meagan Fox.

"Okay, what's the fashion crisis?" Frank asked and sat down on the edge of my bed.

"How am I supposed to wear this?" I lifted the form-fitted, black dress to show him.

"C'mo Ember, it's not that bad!"

"Yes it's bad! First of all its revealing, second it's a dress! Like how am I supposed to wear this?!" I exclaimed.

Never in my life have I ever worn a dress. Maybe when I was little but since then I stopped wearing dresses in general. Not even a sexy one. It's just the feeling on air going up the skirt of your dress is just awkward.

"Ember, we have leave in twenty minutes. You will take longer doing your makeup. Just put shorts underneath the skirt and you'll be good." Frank stood up and walked over to my drawers that held my shorts I usually wear for nighttime. He took out a black pair and tossed it to me.

"We will give you eighteen minutes, before we have to leave. You can't be late on your first day." He says before walking out my door.

"Thank you!"

"Yeah, yeah!" He shouted back.

I put on the shorts. Already it feels comfortable. I take the dress and slip it over my body. The skirt went to mid thigh and the torso area was surprisingly comfortable. I slipped on one of my leather jackets onto my shoulders. Turning around I look at myself in the body mirror. My tan legs were visible to see for once. The skirt had an illusion of making me have a non existent butt. And the jacket covered up my...boobs. I look different already.

"Ember! Twelve minutes!" A voice, I believe Frank's, called from downstairs.

Twelve minutes? For makeup?

I ran to the bathroom and opened my makeup bag like a madman. I did my normal routine: just foundation, mascara, concealer, eyebrows, eyeliner, but differently I put on a smokey eye. Since I would be working as a bartender I'll probably have to look mysterious.

Leaving my bathroom, I grab some black stilettos that Bridgette got me and walked out of my room to go downstairs.

"Five minutes Ember!" I heard Frank yell from downstairs.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I shout. I continue to walk until I was downstairs with Frank, Oliver, Cliff, and Bridgette. "I'm here."

They were all sitting on the couch watching some tv but when they heard me coming down the stairs they turned it off and turned towards me. I swear, I have never ever in my life see a group of people drop their jaws so fast before.