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Chapters (92)
  1. First
  2. Love Connection
  3. Zero
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. One Month Later
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Six Months Later
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-one
  27. Twenty-two
  28. Twenty-three
  29. Twenty-four
  30. Six Months Later
  31. Twenty-five
  32. Twenty-six
  33. Twenty-seven
  34. Twenty-eight
  35. Twenty-nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-one
  38. Thirty-two
  39. Thirty-three
  40. I Have Never
  41. One
  42. Two
  43. Three
  44. Four
  45. Five
  46. Six
  47. Seven
  48. Eight
  49. Nine
  50. Ten
  51. Eleven
  52. Twelve
  53. Thirteen
  54. Fourteen
  55. Fifteen
  56. Sixteen
  57. Seventeen
  58. Eighteen
  59. Nineteen
  60. Twenty
  61. Twenty-one
  62. Twenty-two
  63. A Christmas Date
  64. One
  65. Two
  66. Three
  67. Four
  68. Five
  69. Six
  70. Seven
  71. Eight
  72. Nine
  73. Ten
  74. Eleven
  75. Twelve
  76. Thirteen
  77. Fourteen
  78. Fifteen
  79. Sixteen
  80. Seventeen
  81. Eighteen
  82. Nineteen
  83. Twenty
  84. Twenty-one
  85. Twenty-two
  86. Note from the Author
  87. Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
  88. Two
  89. Three
  90. Four
  91. Also by Camilla Isley
  92. About the Author

When I get to the office, no one’s there so I use the restroom to get changed. Besides the need for privacy, the early hour will help with the ridiculous amount of work I have to do: write two or three pieces on Saturday night, buy and match pictures to each article, investigate Maison Vanderbilt, and maintain all my other regular features. Whoa.

An hour later, it takes two steps through the door before Indira wolf whistles at me and asks, “Where are you going dressed up like that?”

“Flash news: I dress posh. Love me or love me.” I’m tired of all this hipster, grunge, athleisure nonsense.

Indira drops in her chair and spins toward me smiling. “Hell, girl. Love the attitude. How was LA?”

I give her an upbeat version, leaving out Richard’s escapades and our argument, and focusing on my dance with Christian Slade instead.

When Richard arrives, I oh-so-casually send a document to the printer and get up, removing the pin from my hair. The path from my desk to the print station and the one from the entrance door to Richard’s office are on two parallel lines in opposite directions. The boss hasn’t spotted me yet as he’s reading a text. When he finally looks up and we lock eyes, I silently count… one… two…

On three, Richard’s gaze flicks down to my shoes.

A second before we meet in the middle I say, “Morning, boss.”

Let’s pretend nothing ever happened.

Richard’s eyes—somewhat wide—snap back to my face.

“Morning.” The boss gives me a curt nod and continues on his way.

I get to the printer, retrieve my copy, and walk back. From behind his desk, Richard watches me like a hawk the entire time. He’s not the only one. Indira scrutinizes me with the slyness of a fox.

In fact, as soon as I sit back at my desk, a chat window pops up on the computer screen.

Mon, May 22 at 8:56 AM @PinkPanther has logged in

Do you have a thing for the boss?

Don’t lie

Mon, May 22 at 8:59 AM @PoshSpice you are now logged in

Okay, I do

It’s easier to tell the truth via instant messaging. Full disclosure: I didn’t pick my chat nickname.

I knew it!

O.o

Something happened in LA?

Boss slept with my nemesis

And the shoes are revenge?

He seems to have a thing for footwear

Yeah, he does

At least for yours

:)

Think I’m hopeless?

If someone can straighten up the boss…

That’s you, girl

Just be careful

Will do

Gotta get back to work

Me too

Mon, May 22 at 9:06 AM @PinkPanther has logged off

Mon, May 22 at 9:07 AM @PoshSpice you are now logged off

We exchange a got-your-back stare and resume our respective tasks.