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Hello there thanks for reading past chapter 1, yes it was extremely short and so is this one but bear with me. Also, the story does get more interesting so just continue to read, thank you so so much!
Read on, lovely people. :)
Jane's P.O.V.
The next morning I woke up, groaning and mumbling to no one really but myself. I'd always do this, wake up at least five to ten minutes before my alarm clock went off and it Pissed. Me. Off. To say the least.
6:55
I mumbled an almost incandescent, sarcastic comment,
"Welp... at least I got about five more minutes left of sleep..."
Just then my alarm clock started blaring my ear off, BEEP! BEEP!
7:30
"Dammit! That never works!!" , I screamed, yanking the sheets off my body, running to the bathroom of my boho/modern/chic, New York loft in the middle of Manhattan.
Yea, it was noisy and I still had a headache from last night with the girls, but I couldn't be happier with my taxi cab horns at 3 am, sleazy men and women stumbling home after a night on the town -- screaming wayyy too loud for 3 am -- , and music blaring from across the street from a most likely Hispanic family, judging by the sound of it.
Hell, I could learn a new language! I was absolutely content with my crazy, noisy, sleep deprived, fast-paced life in the city, it was what I lived for.
You know what they say, "If you can't take the heat, get the heck out of the kitchen!" And there's no way in hell a little "heat", was gonna make me throw in the oven mitts.
I ran downstairs to see if maybe I could catch a taxi, 'No I'll just be late with all this New York traffic. I'll just walk--or maybe run orrr I could take my bike that I never freaking use!'
I arrived to work at 7:50 to Bobby using his "Emergency If Jane's Late Again Key".
"No, B. , put that away I'm here, in the flesh, I promise.", I laughed while spinning around, giving him the 360.
"See, sporting my pajamas/sweats and the latest hairstyle, it's called, 'Bed Head', classy, right?"
He laughed, shaking his head while unlocking the door,
"Listen, you know I 'gotchur' back J. 'Kay no one has to know you were late just get your ass in there and do what you do best."
"And just what might that be, huh?", I asked, saluting him in that "Yes'm Boss!" manner.
"Make a fool of yourself, be a hilarious, dumb ass, and the best damn doggy day care "person" there is.", he smiled at me while preparing his station.
"Well, that's why I'm the boss, right?"
"Thas' right!", he yelled his voice echoing throughout the kennel, getting us pumped up for the day. God , I love that old man, Bobby Valentino, he was about 5'8" and had tiny Buddha belly and sometimes smelled of Italian food.
This one thing right here, this little moment, is just one of the ten billion reasons why I absolutely LOVE my job. I do.
...
You know that famous look that dogs give you? The one where they tilt their heads a little to the right and look at you as if they were saying,
"What in the world?!"
Of course I do, I get it all the time all I have to say is,
"Treats?!", or "Wanna treat?!"
That drives 'em crazy, works every single time.
Well that look is the same look I felt like giving this mysterious man who came into my store looking for a job. I don't have a 'WANTED' sign outside the kennel (?).
This man was absolutely beautiful, everything about him! His eyes were a piercing blue that practically forced you to stare in to. Not like a random blue color, a mixture of extremely light blue and emerald green blended together to make a light teal color with a dark hazel ring on the outside. That's just his eyes alone! Don't even get me started on his body, he's at least 6'4" and has plenty of muscle on him.
'What could this angel possibly want here?'
Hey! For those of you who read this thanks so much!! I know it's kind've boring right now but I promise, I have tons more in store I just wanna pace myself, lol! Anyways please don't abandon me I will come through and trust me it will be hot, steamy, and ca-razy! Bye and thank you guys so much again, the very few of you!
-Elise M. xx
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