Enjoying the Ride – The Forbidden Fun Read Online Cassandra Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
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Fortunately, Kelly forgot her phone on her desk, and came back to the office. She stepped in right before things got too weird, and interrupted Dr. Smiley’s ham-handed attempt at harassment.

We’ve been friends ever since.

And suffering at the hands of Dr. Smiley ever since too.

“What’s cooking?” my friend asks, disrupting my reveries. Kelly’s a cute blonde with long curls, a ready smile, and a curvy body that Dr. Smiley ogles each and every day.

I sigh. “I was thinking how much I wish we could work anywhere but here. But the pay is too good to just quit.”

“It’s not that good,” she counters. “I mean, I’m not able to save or anything like that. Saving? Ha! That’s a pipe dream.”

I run my hand through my own wild hair—fire red and always out of control— and shake my head at her. “It’s enough for now,” I point out. “We put away a tiny bit each month. Maybe it’s not much, but we should be grateful.”

Kelly huffs. “There are bigger and better opportunities out there, Posey,” she says, her voice low.

“Really?”

She nods, scooting closer in her chair. “Here, check this out.”

Surreptitiously, my friend pulls her phone out of her pants pocket. Kelly looks super cute in her royal blue scrubs, her long blonde hair and azure eyes accented by the color.

I pull at my own emerald green scrubs, wishing I didn’t have to wear a color that made me look like a leprechaun. But Smiley insists that we wear jewel-toned scrubs, so that our office color scheme conveys wealth.

I’m just the dummy who keeps forgetting to do laundry.

Well, it’s not so much a forget as it is that I hate laundry day. It’s a pain in the butt to have to haul my laundry from my tiny, fifth floor studio all the way down six blocks to the cleanest laundromat where the machines actually work and don’t just eat my money. Such is life in New York.

“So,” Kelly’s voice interrupts my mental tangent. “It sounds a little crazy, but I saw this ad the other day.” She hands me her phone.

I frown as I start to read the blurb. What is this? But then, a nasal voice interrupts my concentration.

“Keeping squinting like that and you’re going to need Botox a lot sooner than you think!” Dr. Smiley interrupts. He ogles me and Kelly, practically salivating with hunger. “My, you two really are a much-needed sight for sore eyes. You girls look so lovely in those colors.”

Even though a tall counter separates us from our boss, I can feel his eyes roaming my body, lingering too long on my lips and then my boobs.

“Dr. Smiley!” Kelly says brightly with a fake smile on her face. “How did the consultation go with Mrs. Ross?”

The disgusting man turns his attention to Kelly. “Good. She needs some work—she’s forty-five and looks it. She’ll call to set up her procedure once she’s had a chance to check her calendar. Mrs. Ross is a VIP, so treat her like it.”

Kelly smiles politely but I’m pretty much ready to throw my stapler at the jerk. Dr. Smiley not only creeps on us, but he treats Kelly and me like we’re complete idiots who don’t know how to engage with his clientele. Neither one of us has ever had a complaint made against us, but it doesn’t stop our boss from being condescending.

“Alright, I’m going to lunch with the CEO of Wagner Bank,” Dr. Smiley flaunts, twisting his wrist to look at his Rolex. Of course, he doesn’t really need to check the time— he’s just showing it off. “I did an excellent forehead reduction on his second wife. He’s on his third wife now, but he still owes me.”

With that, our boss swans off without a proper goodbye or even wave. Kelly and I roll our eyes almost in unison.

“What, he didn’t get paid for his time?” Kelly snorts once he’s out of earshot, picking up her phone once more. “This guy is a piece of work. God, could he get any grosser?”

“Let’s not tempt fate,” I advise. “Because I have no doubt that a guy like Ray Smiley could be a lot more disgusting, if given the chance.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Okay, enough about that weirdo,” Kelly sighs, handing me her phone once more. “Look at this. This is what we should do instead of working here.”

“A beauty pageant?” I blink, cocking an eyebrow as I scan the information. “Why are you showing me an ad about a beauty pageant?”

My friend shrugs, her blonde strands swishing as she does so. “Go on, just read the rest of the flyer.”

I finish reading the rest of the advertisement, muttering out loud as I do so.

“Beauty pageant seeking female contestants between the ages of 18-25. Grand prize is $100,000 — a hundred thousand dollars?” I practically screech. “Are you kidding me?”


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