Chapter Seventeen

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I have finished an essay and am now trying to sort my clothes so it's not messy when Jordan gets here. He's staying for a few days and I can't wait to see him.

When I'm done, I dress in black leggings and a purple work shirt (in the picture) for my shift at the laundromat. I tie my hair up in a bun. Grabbing my laptop and bag, I tell Kay I'm headed out.

I ended up renaming the laundromat "Julie's" and Kay is now working for me, but she prefers a dark blue shirt. I have a new girl coming in, but today is just a trial to see how it goes.

I park in the back, going around to the front to unlock the doors. I turn the neon sign and, turn on the machines as usual, and get to work on an order. The newbie has twenty minutes to arrive.

Once I finish getting the laundry sorted, I wait for the newbie and work on my next essay. But first I send Jordan a message.

Me: hiya baby hope you're having a good morning so far can't wait to see you later xxx

I open my laptop, reading the requirements for my essay.

Jordan: morning princess. My morning is good now that I've heard from you hope your your morning is going good and I can't wait to have you in my arms later xxxx

I grin slightly at his message, but I falls when I look up to see who just came in. It's the newbie, wearing the shortest skirt possible. And sky high heels.

"Erm, didn't I tell you to dress appropriately?" I ask her, annoyance in my voice.

"Uh, yeah, but this is sexier, don't you think?" she replies, lighting touching the hem of the skirt.

"Sure," I say slowly. "But it's not appropriate for work. If you want this job, you need proper leg wear. Trousers or leggings." I glance at her pumps. "And plain black shoes," I add. "Non-slip."

Her eyes roll upwards a bit. "Fine," she says, turning around and walking back out.

I'm thinking about how much of a class A brat she is, when I see Jordan. I can't believe he's here already.

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It's nice to be home. Especially now that Jordan is with me.

"What shall we eat?" Jordan asks me.

"Surprise me," I say with a little smile, heading to the bedroom. Then I scream.

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