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  1. chicklitsandfantasies
    Kiara’s heels clicked against the tile granite floor tiles of the kitchen as she walked to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of mineral water. Her long brown hair was in a neat bun at the top of her head and her olive skin was complimented with a cute white lace dress. Her makeup was fresh and her skin looked dewy.

    “Oh, you’re back,” Ashley says in a sarcastic tone while walking into the living room dressed in a cami and daisy dukes her long hair loose down to her shoulders.

    “Yes, London was quite enjoyable thank you for asking. I always get joy in further refining my craft,” Kiara tells her sister.

    She walks out to the patio admiring the view of the city midday. Ashley follows behind plopping down on a black lounge.

    “You know just because you’re a grad student at Yale and you had a small role on Broadway doesn’t mean you’re above the rest of us,” Ashley quips.

    “Did you listen to the words that came out your mouth? I excelled all my life; while you choice local parochial school as an option I was thrilled to attend one of the top boarding schools in the country. I graduated top of my class and became the only member of this family to attend an Ivy League school. You may not have higher inhibitions but my goal is to be an actress and I never set a goal I can’t achieve,” Kiara says proudly.

    “Did you practice that speech? Yes you were a good student but dad’s money and your last name got you into Yale’s School of Drama. And I thought you wanted to do movies and TV? Why are you doing wasting your youth in grad school?” Ashley inquires.

    “I’m refining my craft,” Kiara retorts. She sits down on the couch and picks up her Ipad.

    “You’re dating the son of a television producer; you’ve had your SAG card since you were 10. You know you could be the lead of a TV show right now. Are you afraid to move out of your comfort zone?” Ashley asks.

    Kiara smiles a sly smile. “Let’s talk about you for a moment. What’s this I hear about sneaking into the club?”

    “I just wanted to have a night out with the girls so we got dressed up and I went downstairs and partied. We were dancing and having a good time. Dad’s busy freaking out over what this supposedly means for his reputation,” Ashley explains. “I don’t know why he’s so worried about a little small town gossip.”

    “Well considering his history as well as that of his father, it’s easy to see why they would be worried about another scandal. Grandma is justified for being distraught over the affairs,” Kiara expressed. She sets her Ipad down on the table.

    “Please she got millions in that divorce settlement and then she got money from the tabloids for airing out our family business. She was being spiteful about something she knew about for over a decade,” Ashley said.

    “I’m not sure what lies dad covered the story up with but she didn’t know her husband was sleeping with younger women who worked for his company. She would’ve left much sooner had she know. Grandma had class and dignity just like my mother,” Kiara said.

    Ashley rolled her eyes. “Oh here it comes! More my mom versus your mom crap. I know dad left your mother for mine and you’re jealous.”

    Kiara leaps from her seat. “That couldn’t be further from the truth,” she bellows. “Our father cheated on my mother with a younger version of her and he’s rumored to have slept with quite a few women in this town. I’m happy she was able to flee in time.”

    “And just like grandma she took a nice chunk of change with her,” Ashley pointed out. “I don’t believe those rumors about dad having affairs despite how my parents got together.”

    “You are more naive than I thought. Let’s hope you never discover any of our father’s hidden secrets. I knew I should’ve spent the rest of my break in New York with my mother,” Kiara turned and headed back inside.

    "It's not too late for that," Ashley snaps.

    Mr. Harrington walks in the living room.”Kiara, when did you get home?” he asks.

    “Very early this morning, daddy. I was tired and wasn’t in the mood to talk,” she replies.

    He can feel the tension in the room. “What’s going on here?” he inquires.

    “Ashley tried to insinuate that my mother and your mother are nothing but gold digging whores,” Kiara says. “The daughter of one however has no place judge.”

    “Because you’re just Little Miss Perfect,” Ashley derides.

    “Kiara! You don’t talk about your family that way,” Mr. Harrington raises his voice in a stern tone.

    “I’m sure others do. You and your wife can try and keep up the façade but I see right through it. I see something much more deep past the shallow surface,” Kiara says stomping off.

    “What was that all about?” Mr. Harrington asked.

    Ashley shrugs. “How should I know? She woke up in a bad mood, I guess. It was the usual back and forth until she brought up our family and reputations.”

    “What did she say?” he asks.

    “Something about not brushing off every rumor about you; that we’ll find some out to be true,” Ashley recalls.

    “You weren’t buying into that were you?” he asks cautiously.

    “Please, ain’t nobody got time for that,” Ashley laughs before adding. “Let her throw her little hissy fit. She lives here with us so she can’t be mad for long.”

    “I hope you’re right. One thing I’ve learned from my own mother is to never mess with a Harrington woman when she’s angry,” Mr. Harrington noted.
  2. chicklitsandfantasies
    Nikki stands behind the counter checking the time on the register. She couldn’t wait for her lunch break. First real day on the job and she’d already dealt with some bitchy tourists. She hated this town and the people who visited during the summer months. They had put her to work in the Juniors department with and older lady who was busy doing stock while she ran register. The only highlight of this job so far was that it would give her a discount on their clothing. This department had a lot of discounted clothing and she and her family were already regular shoppers here so her 25% would be put to good use. Plus her sister’s birthday was coming up.

    Even though she was angry with her sister she still cared. The store was having a dress sale this week and she had some money saved up some money to buy her sister a new dress. It had been awhile since Giselle had bought clothes that weren’t practical. Even her older sister needed to feel sexy every once in awhile.

    Nikki sees a petite young woman with medium length blond hair, sun kissed skin and blue eyes headed in my direction. “Hi, my name is Tami” the blonde extends her hand.

    She gives the bubbly blonde the once over. “Nicole,” She gives her the English version of my name.

    Paola always thought it was better to use Nicole in public; as if people didn't start judging her immediately after seeing the name Ramirez.

    “You’re new here,” she points out.

    “Yeah just started,” Nikki replies.

    “And they put you in one of the busiest departments, wow!” Tami says in her airy voice. “I work back in the Dress Department. Swimwear is back there too, I think I saw a suit that would be perfect for you.”
    “Thanks but no thanks. I don’t really have time to go swimming and my current suit is just fine,” she tells her.

    “You say that now but one thing I know about working here is that you see all sorts of stuff you want to buy during the day,” she says.

    “I’m not an impulse shopper. However there is something that I need to buy from your department,” Nikki informs her.

    “Ooh!” she squeals with delight. “Come on, let’s go back and look,” she grabs my arm trying to pull me.
    “I’m working. And the rules are that we aren’t supposed to shop on the job,” states Nikki not wanting to get penalized on my first day.

    “Peggy can ring up customers if they stop by. She’s always disappearing on the clock anyway. Plus it won’t take long anyway. Looking at you I know exactly what dress I should put aside for you.” She says as we head over to her department.

    “It’s not for me. It’s for my older sister. Her birthday is coming up and I want something special for her,” Nikki says eye up a slinky black dress.

    “It’s really cool that you work here now. Not a lot of young people work here, so it’s nice to see someone closer to my age, ya know? My mom has worked here for years so I can tell you everything you need to know about this job and the people who work here starting with the boss,” Tami tells me.

    “Alright tell me about the boss, what dirt do you have on Mrs. Wilson?” Nikki inquires.

    “She’s worked here since the 80s. She was a cashier working in the men’s suits department and her sales were always up. She was gorgeous from what everyone says and the pictures I’ve seen. Really skinny cuz back then she used to supplement organic juice mixes with meals. She modeled in ads for the store when they were expanding across the state,” Tami gossips.

    “So what happened?” she asks thoroughly intrigued.

    “Well the talk of the office has always been about her torrid affair with William Harrington,” Tami gabs.

    “The William Harrington?” Nikki asks utterly surprised.

    “What about William Harrington?” a voice asks behind them.

    Turning around they see Mrs. Wilson standing tall dressed in a white her long brown hair on her shoulders, her dark eyes piercing them and her icy demeanor radiating. She looked good for her age, having discovered the wonders of Botox in moderation in addition to her health drinks.

    “I didn't realize we were having an employee meeting. Get back to your departments and get back to working before I write both of you up,” she orders pointing a gaunt finger at them.
  3. chicklitsandfantasies
    On Another side of the Watermore Estates

    After the morning huddle, everyone went to work. Servers were delivering meals, housekeeping was cleaning rooms, the front desk was checking people in, and the chefs were running around like crazy preparing food for the day.


    “Paola!” A young man calls from down the hall where he’s wheeling a cart full of trays.

    “Leo, I can’t really talk right now. I have a lot to do today,” Paola says pushing her housekeeping cart down the hall.

    “I have a busy day ahead of me as well. I just wanted to say hello. You look sad, is something wrong?” Leo questions his hazel showing his general concern.

    Paola wipes away a tear, “I’m sorry. It’s my daughter, we had a fight this morning at breakfast.”

    “Giselle?” he asks running a hand through his short brown hair.

    She shakes her head. “No, not her, my other daughter, Nicolasa. She’s your age,” Paola sighs. “We had a fight; she got angry and stormed out of the house.”

    “I’m sure you’re daughter is fine,” Leo says in his crisp, soothing voice.

    “This time I’m really afraid she’ll leave for good. And she and Giselle have been so distant with each other. They used to love each other and now they can’t stand to be in the same room,” Paola explains.

    “She’s not gonna leave. And even if she does leave for a few days she’ll be back. She’ll realize how hard it is out there,” Leo assures her. “I know that I struggle to survive and have since I was 16. I’d give just about anything for a family who cared about me.”


    “Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?” Paola queries. “Nicolasa started a new job and we had planned to celebrate with a special dinner.”

    “I don’t want to intrude or anything,” Leo says.

    “You’re not intruding. God has blessed us to have enough food on our table and we’re sharing some of our blessings with you,” Paola tells him.

    “But if your daughter’s upset, I don’t wanna make her mad by showing up,” Leo states.

    Paola smiles, “Thanks for the concern but it’s alight. It would really make me happy if you came over for dinner tonight.”

    “Alright then I’ll be there. Give me all the details at lunch about your address. I’ll get cha something good for lunch from the kitchen. Where are you headed now, anyway?” Leo asks.

    “Penthouse. Mr. Harrington fired his housekeeper and until his wife hires another one it’s my job to clean their home. It means I have less hotel rooms to clean but I’m working just as hard on making their home spotless.”she says.

    "I think the position as their housekeeper pays more," Leo says. "You should think of applying."

    She sighs. "The extra money would be nice."

    “I’ll catch ya later,” he says before heading to his next room.




    At the Ramirez home

    Giselle was busy squeezing lemons.

    “Maria, when you’re done bag those strawberries so we can freeze them,” she tells her daughter who is busy at the kitchen table sorting strawberries into different bowls.

    “Grandma’s gonna be so happy. Where did you get these anyway?” Maria asks.

    “Well a special friend gave me these lemons, strawberries, apricots, blackberries and bananas as a gift. This friend knows someone who owns a farm. However if grandma asks I got them from a woman at church. I haven’t introduced her to this friend yet,” Giselle tells her.

    “We should sell some of these fruits,” Maria suggests.

    Giselle laughs. “Now that’s an idea. Even a little extra money would help cut tension around here.”

    “Nikki was really mad earlier,” Maria recalls.

    “Yeah well Nicole is bitter. There’s a lot she doesn't know. She’s still angry about papa being gone but she doesn't recall how he treated mama.”

    Maria is silent upon hearing her mother’s words.

    Giselle shakes her head. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t be unloading on you. You’re a child, a very mature child but still a child.”

    “I’m gonna check on Valerie,” Maria says standing.

    There is a knock at the door.

    “You do that, baby. I’ll be up in a few minutes,” Giselle watches her head upstairs.

    She opens the door and lips immediately connect her with hers. She pulls back and looks at the man in front of her with his deep tan skin, jet black hair that was slicked back, the stubble on his chin, his short stature; he stood only slightly taller than her.

    “Angel, what are you doing here?” she asks.

    He wraps his arms around her waist. “I needed to see you again.”

    “I told you to stay away. If my daughter sees you she’ll end up letting it slip to mama. And then mama will be making judgment about our relationship,” Giselle tells him.

    “Because I’m 10 years older than you?” he asks.

    “Not just that. Because you give me gifts and I don’t know what you do for a living. My last few relationships didn't end well so she thinks I need someone to hold man hand every step of the way.”

    “You’re a grown woman, your mother can’t tell you who you can and can’t date,” Angel says.

    “No but she and my bitchy younger sister will anyway.” Giselle replies. “I’ll come over later after they are asleep.”

    He shakes his head. “I don’t want you wondering around at night by yourself like some streetwalker. How about you tell them you have a date tonight and I’ll pick you up and drop you back off?” he suggests.

    “No, we’re having dinner to celebrate my sister’s new job. I can’t do that.” she says.

    “But I want to be with you,” he spins her around so that her back is against his chest. “I want to give you a day you can just relax. I can cook for you. I make a mean Cochinita Pibil. And I can give you a massage.”

    “I like massages but rain check. I have to hold my family together. We’re all mama has since Papi left us,” she says.

    “One day, I’ll take you and your daughters away from this place and give you the life you deserve,” he promises.

    They share another hot kiss before Angel leaves.
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    Ocean’s Crest

    On another side of town, closer to the beach, the waves were breaking and the early risers were already out for the day.


    The Watermore Estates Resort & Spa was like a whole other world compared to its surroundings. Modern, elegant. And posh were the first words that came to mind. They had their own private beach, designer boutiques; Dior, Cavalli, Louboutin, Jimmy Choo, YSL, AG, and Burberry. The restaurants boasted names like Wolfgang Puck, Gordon Ramsay, and Emeril Lagasee.

    Such a contrast from just a few blocks away where shops boasting clothing under $5 and quick service restaurants lined the streets; where the smell of salt and oil was prominent in the air and fried sugars teased the senses. Then down a street was the boardwalk where children could be seen with burgers, pizza, fries, and hot dogs. Later and the scents of fried delights always filled the air.


    While the entire resort was an impressive sight, one might be most impressed with the penthouse where the owner resides. The beautiful hardwood floors were the first thing noticeable when walking through the apartment. The next would usually be Mr. William Harrington, dressed in an Armani suit, sitting in his favorite black leather chair reading the newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee. There were two white leather couches on both sides of the living room with the glass coffee table in the middle; a variety of magazines ranging from Vogue to Hotel Business laying on it. A white, velvety rug covered that area of the floor and an intricate crystal chandelier hung above shining light onto the area.

    Mr. William Harrington was CEO of a large hotel chain created by his grandfather. Most would look at his life and immediately dub him privileged. Wealthy, white, blue eyed, gray hair man in his 50s with a trophy wife and two beautiful daughters; he had it all.

    “The masquerade ball is fast approaching; I need to make a quick trip to France to find a gown,” his wife informs him.

    “And what’s wrong with the boutiques in this country, Chantal?” he asks turning towards his wife.

    “Nothing if I’m just going out shopping. It’s all about keeping up appearances, right? I need something suitable for the wife of a millionaire,” she answers.

    Chantal Harrington was an opportunist who took every opportunity to flaunt her newfound wealth. Now almost 40, she met William Harrington as a young model, within 6 months they were engaged and within a year married in a lavish wedding with a child on the way.


    All she had to do was sit on his lap, run her fingers through her curly raven hair and fix him with her chocolate eyes to get him to comply. Her husband always gave her what she wanted which was why she was lounging around the house is a dress that cost what most families in this town spent on groceries for two weeks.

    “You’re lucky I love you, because you do ask for a lot,” he points out as he runs a finger down her mocha shoulder.


    “Of course you love me. Where would you be without me? Another woman would have left you long ago,” she replies.

    “One already did. You took her place, remember?”He recalls.


    “And she hasn’t put up with what I have.”

    There’s a girl’s voice yelling down the hall followed by banging on the door.


    “Ashley,” William sighs in frustration.

    “You’re turn; I took care of it last time.”Chantal said getting up.


    “You speak like it’s a simple problem, with our daughter it’s never simple,” William says as he stands and heads towards the door.

    Standing at the doorway is 15 year old Ashley Rose Harrington peering at her father with pity me eyes. She was quite a sight with her dark eyeliner which was smudged on her caramel tinted cheeks, her frizzed out hair, her black lace mini dress and pair of black Louboutin pumps in her right hand.


    “Is that my Donna Mizani dress?” Chantal inquires crossing her arms over her chest.

    “Yes, let us worry about the designer gown she’s wearing rather than the fact that she’s been escorted up here by a security guard and she looks like a hooker after a night on the town.” William said before shaking his head in disappointment.

    “Daddy, I was just out having fun,” Ashley says.

    “She was caught at Aqua last night with a small baggie of cocaine. She’s lucky we’re not calling the police which would have happened if she wasn't your daughter,” the security guard says releasing her arm.


    “Thank you. You can go now. We’ll take it from here,” he waves the guard off and closes the door.


    "Dad, I......" Ashley doesn't get to finish before she is cut off.

    "You better have a very good explanation for why you're out damaging our family's reputation," William says in a stern voice.
  5. chicklitsandfantasies
    Ocean’s Crest

    Another morning has come; the air is salty, the sun is shining and the gulls are squawking away. Sunlight illuminates the room as it shines through the cream colored curtains. A loud ringing comes from a phone on a nightstand.

    Nikki sits up immediately as she rubs her eyes letting them adjust gradually to the light and pushes a few stray strands of light brown hair off her face.

    She rises to her feet and stretches before heading to the window.

    “What a perfect way to start off my summer,” she says sarcastically.

    She picks up a ponytail holder off her dresser and puts her hair up in a messy bun. Reaching down to where her oversized t shirt ended on her thighs and stripped it off. When her body was nude she slipped on a robe and headed to the bathroom.

    Downstairs in the kitchen pancakes were being cooked over one a griddle while eggs were being fried on a pan. An older woman in her 50s is in a housekeeping uniform with her sandy brown hair tied up. Her tan skin had some wrinkles and obvious signs of years of hard work with bags under her eyes.

    Paola Ramirez, a Cuban immigrant , hard worker, and mother; woke up early every morning to cook and get ready for her day at work where she was a housekeeper at one of the most successful resorts in Ocean’s Crest.

    “Giselle, call your sister to come downstairs,” she instructs her eldest daughter who is standing by the kitchen table feeding her three year old.

    “Can’t you do it, mama? You’re louder than I am anyway. I’ll finish cooking, my kids need their breakfast anyway,” Giselle says weaving past her to the stove.

    “Nicolaaasa!” she yells in her accented voice that makes the name just roll off her tongue.

    “I’m right here, mama. The whole neighborhood doesn’t have to hear you calling me,” Nikki says as she walks down the stairs in a short sleeved and belted purple blouse with black dress pants.

    Nikki sits down at the table as Giselle puts a plate in front of her. She picks up her fork and pushes her eggs around the plate.

    “Did you remember to thank God this morning for gifting you with a job?” Paola asks. “We’re so fortunate you have this department store job.”

    “Yeah we’re so fortunate we have to take the bus every morning to get to our jobs,” Nikki snaps while rolling her eyes.

    “I have money saved up so we can get a car, we just need a little more,” Giselle says sitting down next to her sister.

    Though full sisters they couldn’t be any more opposite if they tried. Visually there was only a slight resemblance.
    Giselle had more of a golden tan tint to her skin while Nikki was more of a honey beige tone. Nikki’s hair was her natural color a chestnut brown while Giselle dyed hers so much it was a sandy almost blonde shade now. Nikki had a heart shaped face while Giselle’s was more oval. Giselle had her mother’s brown eyes while Nikki had her father’s dark eyes.

    Personality wise they were even less alike. In high school Giselle had been smart and popular with a lot of friends and every guy lusting after her. It was the same way when she went to college. She did well in college and was pretty popular among the athletes.

    Too bad she wasn’t smart enough to make good decisions. Immediately after college graduation she got pregnant by her boyfriend at the time. He left her when he found out and her family had to pick up the pieces.

    Ever since then her 10 years younger sister had been held to a different standard and sheltered by their mother. Giselle was the pretty wallflower who had to forgo college to help pay for her sister’s mistakes.

    “Why do we have to work so hard?” I’m 21 and while most of my friends are graduating from college after this fall, I’ll just be starting. Why can’t Giselle go out and get a job?” Nikki complains.

    “You know your sister can’t get childcare right now,” Paola argues.

    “I’m sorry,” she sighs. “It’s not my fault she has two kids with neither father in the picture!”

    “You don’t even know all the details!” Giselle looks down at her.

    “I know enough,” Nikki jumps out her chair. “I know that one was an abuser but you stayed with him when you should’ve been gone after the first slap! Instead you stuck around and let him beat you so bad you were in the hospital for days.”

    Nikki has vivid memories of her sister in the hospital and black and blue, her face swollen and her spirit crushed.

    “Nicolasa! Do not talk to your sister like that. Respetamos su hermana!” Paola yells sternly.

    “Respect, Respect? I don’t respect the fact that you continue to condone her terrible choices. Then again, like mother like daughter. Where’s papa again?”

    Crack!

    The sound of Paola’s palm connecting with her daughter’s face fills the kitchen.

    Giselle’s oldest daughter tried not to look in their direction which is hard for a 9 year old.

    Holding the side of her face,
    “You know it’s true!” Giselle yells. “That’s why you’re angry because you know that I’m right.”

    Nikki grabs her purse and head out the door slamming it shut behind her.

    “We need to go after her,” Paola says worried.

    Giselle stops her by grabbing her arm.

    “Dejala paz! Let her be. She’s probably headed to the bus stop where she’ll catch the early bus to work,” Giselle says.

    “I can’t believe she spoke to us that way,” Paola shakes her head.

    “She has a lot of growing up to do,” Giselle said frustrated.
  6. chicklitsandfantasies
    Ocean’s Crest
    The waves were lapping the shores, the gulls were squawking, and the sun was shining.

    Preparing for another long day at the resort, Jade was wiping down the counters at the Cabana bar. The beach club would be in for another long day of the wealthy and their children lounging by the pool, frolicking on the beach, and ordering drinks and snacks like there was no tomorrow. She could practically already smell the sunscreen.

    “Today is supposed to be a scorcher,” Adrian informs her walking over.

    Adrian fit the role of tall, dark and handsome to a t. Bulging muscles on tan skinned, hazel eyes, short hair and 8 pack abs, what else would you expect from a lifeguard? Those were features all the ladies who frequented the beach club drooled over. And the criteria the Watermore Estates hired their lifeguards over. Strong swimming was an advantage and half the guests who usually spent their days by the pool or on the beach weren't swimmers anyway.

    Well, all the ladies except for her since they grew up in the same neighborhood. They’d been friends since they were children and shared so much. There was baseball and basketball games, block parties, parades, school days, sick days and so much more they’d been through together.

    “Great just what I need today,” she said pushing red hair off her face.

    “Worried that you’re hair will frizz?” Adrian teases nudging her shoulder.

    She fixes him with her acute green eyes.

    “Ray is working today,” he informs her.

    Her green eyes light up but she tries to hide it. “Great at least someone else I get along with is suffering too!” she replies.

    “Yeah and this summer better be the summer you make your move,” he tells her.

    “What move?” she acts oblivious.

    “On Ray, you've been crushing on him since you started working here,” Adrian points out. “ You've got it bad.”

    “And four years later I’m still stuck working here,” she sighs. “Have you seen the way the ladies around here fawn all over him? And they have the advantage of barely covered perky breasts practically being thrust into his face.”

    “You have an advantage. You’re his coworker and you’re best friend is one of his good friends. You need to come to the work party on Friday night, stop hiding behind the beach bar.” Adrian chides.

    “It’s what I do best. Pouring tall glasses of lemonade and ice tea, mixing up cocktails, fetching people ice water; that’s my thing not partying,” she says.

    “You’re 25 years old. I’m sure you’re aspirations are not to be working at the beach bar forever,” he retorts.

    “You’re 23 and you’re working as eye candy for a beach resort. You can’t exactly do your job forever. I do have aspirations. I want to be manager of the Food and Beverage Department someday, but I know that is not gonna happen now.”

    “You need to have confidence in yourself and demonstrate some kind of drive. Ray is moving on up. I probably shouldn’t tell you this but after this summer he’s getting a job in the marketing department,” Adrian says.

    “And he deserves it. He’s been here longer than the both of us and he’s such a smart guy with a lot of great ideas. But let’s not talk about me or Ray,” Jade says. “Let’s talk about you and your dreams. I know you only took this job because of the pay rate. You don’t even like the beach half as much as you pretend to.”

    “You worked on a fishing boat in high school with me you know how much it sucks smelling like the deep sea every day. I used to have to hose off outside before I was allowed to go into my house. My dream is to…..” Adrian starts before he is interrupted.

    “Adriiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaan,” a female voice whistles.

    Jade’s energy goes right back to negative and her expression changes.

    Dark seductive eyes, tanned skin bared, boobs barely contained in a red bikini with a g string bottom exposing her even more, and dark hair up in a high ponytail high heels on her feet; Alyssa Salinas was here.

    “Bartender, fix me a sex on the beach. I’m in the mood for some today,” Alyssa says winking at Adrian before giving Jade a scowling look.

    Jade rolls her eyes before heading behind the bar to start on the cocktail.

    Slutty rich bitches getting drunk before noon, this day was shaping up to be a lot of fun. All Jade needed was the boss standing over her shoulder and her day would be fulfilled even though it just started.

    “Alyssa, you look great have you been working out?” Adrian asks.

    “I do this great class called Heels. Maybe I can show you some moves from it sometime,” she playfully touches his arm.

    “He’s not the fitness class type,” Jade chimes in.

    “A few sessions with me should change that,” Alyssa purred before smirking in Jade’s direction.

    “I’ll definitely consider it,” Adrian flirts back.
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