Kace (Shattered Souls MC #3) - Heather Dahlgren Page 0,12
draw them out of me. I didn’t want the night to end, I didn’t want to wake up alone, and I didn’t want to cry, but it all happened.
I shake my head clearing it of those thoughts as I step out of the shower. I quickly get dressed in my gray pencil skirt and pink blouse. When I first started this job, I was nervous because I’ve never worked in an office before and I really didn’t know what to expect from being a personal assistant. Once I was here though, it all fell into place. My boss is great and very patient with me still learning. It’s not as laid back as working at Souls Two was, but I’m making more money so it’s worth it.
I blow dry my brown hair which I’ve added some light highlights to and style it with some wavy beach curls. I put on my makeup, but not heavy, just enough to look like I’m not feeling like crap again. After I’m done, I look at myself and smile. I clean up pretty damn good. The running is helping tone my body already and I’m really liking the result. I was always pretty confident with my body, but out here everyone seems a little more toned and tanned. That’s my next mission. I keep burning, I need to get a nice tan.
After I grab my phone, I head to the kitchen to make my coffee before I leave for work. I keep the TV on for background noise because it’s a little lonely. I’m used to living alone, but I haven’t really made any friends here yet. Which means the only real interaction I have with people is at work and that’s only five days a week. I went out a few times, but I was always ready for bed long before the girls I was with were. It’s strange because when I was hanging out with Harper and the guys I never wanted sleep. Maybe it’s just because I was more comfortable with an old friend or maybe it was because I wanted Kace to notice me. I roll my eyes as I tighten the lid on my cup. I’m such an idiot.
Once I get to the office, I sit at my desk and fire up the computer. I have a few emails I need to send out before I need to go to a meeting with Debra, my boss.
“Morning Ivy,” Mia says, leaning against my desk.
She’s nice and one of the girls I went out with. If you can picture a Barbie Doll, you are picturing Mia. She’s tall, thin, tan, has big breasts, and long blonde hair. She looks like she belongs on the beach. The highlights in my hair were her idea as a matter of fact.
“Morning Mia. How are you?” I ask, smiling up at her.
She pouts and crosses her arms. “I was supposed to be going away for the weekend with my boyfriend, but he has to work now, so I’m not happy,” she says, pushing her hair over her shoulder.
“That sucks,” I say, reading the email to myself.
“Do you want to go to the beach tomorrow morning? We can spend the whole day there and go out for drinks later,” she suggests.
The idea of doing something other than sitting by myself by the pool is extremely enticing. “You know what? I’d love that,” I say.
She claps her hands, pushing off my desk. “Yay. How about we grab lunch later and get it all planned out?”
“Sounds great.”
“Good Morning, Ivy. Do I have any messages?” Debra asks, standing in front of my desk. Her black hair is in her signature bun in the back of her head with her glasses resting on top. The dark gray suit she is wearing makes the teal blouse pop, but it’s the furrowing brow that has me on edge. Her blue eyes look angry as she sighs waiting for me to answer her.
“Good Morning. No, there are no messages this morning,” I say, smiling.
She lets out a loud huff, going into her office and slamming the door. I glance over at Mia and she rolls her eyes.
“Her ex-husband is in town. This is always how she gets. She’s still completely in love with him, but he’s remarried to a much younger woman and occasionally he comes back to town. I’m not sure if it’s to piss Debra off or if they have a side thing going on. Either way, she’ll be like this