Desire For Business

Its always prettier when is a little broken

"Beep beep"!! 7am the alarm rings and to my dismay I am under-slept, hungry and the day is ahead of me. I jump in my shower, wash my hair with coconut mint shampoo and lavender conditioner, I go from putting my hair in a bun and back down atleast 24 times a day and the smell of hair wash keeps my senses appeased. I lather, shave and avoid getting my face wet, for it will ruin my highly priced false lashes that last me three months I, instead use a face towelette. I am running late for my graciously above minimum wage job. I pull up my black high waisted work pants with 2 rows of 2 button in the front and complete it with a red sheer see-through blazer with a black silk thin strapped shirt. I need not much accessories other than, some outlandish earrings, I then zip up the back of my red bootie heels and drive to work in my black prius with the illegal tint. I do my make up on my way to work ( I drive stellar with my knee's) finish off by applying some high gloss bright liquid red lipstick and smoke my one cigarette before work. I am an Administrative Coordinator of a college (just a fancy name so you can do even more than a secretary and not feel used but important instead) I am the first one to be there; to unlock the door, make the coffee, make sure the classrooms are in order, no left over trash, fill the copy machine, set out students payment reminders, water the plants and other odds and ends. My main concerns are of my bosses, she is the schools reason for existence. So I check only her; emails, voicemails, enveloped mail, that then gets organized by trash and importance. My boss is about to walk in but I see her struggle with books, her purse, and a package and a worrisome look on her, ( which is rare) so I unlock the front door and carry her things. "How are you doing today Mrs. Florian?" I ask. She is of dark beautiful skin, a smile that could light a thousand candles and a wholesome heart of God fearing love. Like all women though, she has her days where the sounds of me typing too loud, using the wrong printer or my clothes bring out some serious sass. As I am helping her put things away she tells me " There has been a green truck here for the last 3 days with loud booming music and big chrome rims, but the moment I notice him... he peels off". I just look at her finding a way to calm her worries but she props up with "God protects me from evil intentions, I rebuke it and anyways I am a little paranoid lately with our huge increase of success in getting such high attendance of students". "Speaking of which, I need to gather their folders together for their lessons today, they should be arriving in an hour."i reply as I slip out of her office. Of course my focus is on one specific teacher but I never accept his flirts, side jokes and double looks. I treat them as all the others and I think that gives him more of an entice. The phones ring, meetings are set up, I set up Graduation arrangements, answer emails for Mrs. Florian. It is a job thats never completed, but I enjoy it thoroughly. It is soon to be my lunch time as the students are on break and ill leave 5 minutes after them incase of payments, requested paperwork etc... I quickly grace towards Mrs. Florian "Would you like me to grab you anything for lunch while I am out?" She declines. So I head out to my 30 minute lunchbreak. I grab my coach bag filled with make up, perfume, cigarettes, a lint brush that unscrews at the top so you can hide things in it. I quickly step into my car, blast the air, lean back a little and open the window... to smoke my long awaited cigarette. I light it up and take an inhale and the days stress, exhale. I lean my head to the back of the head rest and tilt my head to the side with my eyes closed. I hear something and I open my eyes and in my direct vision, there is a green truck painted with some sort of glitter specks, large wheels, big chromed rims and chrome door handles. The window goes down, I don't move just continue looking unbothered. An up north street style accent speaks "there is the reckless beautiful girl hiding behind her illegal tint and giving herself slow suicide" Normally I would look back in my direction and roll up the window with my middle finger up..BUT I fucked up....I looked up at him. His words were put together with effort and that alone, drew my interest. I saw his chiseled strong jaw line with a 5'o clock shadowed beard, his neck length straight dark long hair, then these blue eyes that are nearly clear which are a contrast to his tan skin and a pout that it felt soft to my eyes. He was clearly of ethnic decent but lacked accent of out of country, in that I knew we were alike but I got the green eyes, natural light blonde hair and BLACK eyebrows (wtf, thanks genetics). What did he want and why would he not stop staring at me? uhh maybe cause I was at him. Then in the depth of his manly voice he orders me "quit your herbal selling side business, or pay the consequences" This time he leans to show his intimidation but, instead I am turned on, so I stick up my middle finger and kiss it with my red lips and lean in and tell him to "Fuck off, I answer to no one and I do not fear you" I lightly speed off and he is left there stunned and I can see him through my rearview mirror still there until I drive out of sight. I was more curious than worried. Though starving since I awoke, my appetite is lost. I drive to the nearest office supply store to pick some things up the boss told me to do after my lunch break. I had the business credit card and since lunch wasnt a need anymore. I sat in the office supply store parking lot and smoked two more cigarettes. The store was right around the corner from where the school was, it was walking distance. I went into the store and had something to check off the today to do list. So shopping I went, fearlessly.