Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
Pantylicious: You know I can cancel the panty order any time, right?
Pantysniffer3000: Please don’t. Besides, you need the money, and I need the panties. It’s a win-win situation.
Pantylicious: Okay … Do you wanna order anything else?
Pantysniffer3000: No, I’m good. Let me know when you get the tracking code.
Pantylicious: Sure thing.
I close Twitter and go about my business, but my conversation with that girl keeps haunting me. When I check in a few hours later, she’s already sent me the tracking code. A package filled with sweet, sexy panties is on the way.
And I can’t stop myself from immediately using her email to search for her online. Is it sneaky? Yes. But I’m too obsessed to listen to that little voice in my head telling me I’m wrong for doing this. I just wanna find out who she is. Where she’s at. What she looks like. What her favorite movies and books are. What she likes to eat for breakfast.
It doesn’t take me long to find that information either.
Somehow, on an obscure website, her old email address still lingers, where she mentions switching over to a new, anonymous one. So I use the old email to find her Facebook profile, and bam … I’ve got a hit in just minutes.
Not too bad for some half-assed detective work.
Guess she didn’t think about covering her tracks. Or maybe she just thought no one would be interested enough to find out.
But oh boy, when I find her pictures … real pictures … I’m smitten.
A pretty face hides underneath soft, blond hair, the perfect flush on her cheeks. Her smile is so damn bright it could light the room. And her curves … ouch, they’re so hot that I’m on fire from just looking at her.
Beautiful is an understatement.
I’m flabbergasted. Just blown away that a girl like her sells panties to online strangers.
Who’d have thought?
Damn, I’m seriously impressed. When I look through the pictures of her not only drinking and partying with friends but also hard at work on her laptop, I get the sense she lives out loud and loves life.
And that seductive look in her eyes makes me choke up.
Goddamn, TJ, keep it together.
I click away from her pictures and back to her profile, still not capable of stopping myself from snooping. In her posts, she talks about her classes and the work she’s doing with her ‘secret’ new business. And then she made a post three minutes ago about her job application, and how she just sent it in with Morrows.
My company.
My inbox bleeps.
I click on the notification and stare at the email in complete shock.
From: LesleyFischer@Gmail.com
To: TJMorrows@Morrows.com
Subject: Application – Internship
It’s her.
Panty girl, applying for an internship at my company.
A grin slowly spreads across my face.
This is going to be interesting.
Chapter 2
Lesley
Three pimples and a red spot.
Shit, I gotta cover them up.
No way in hell am I going to let these blemishes ruin my otherwise perfect chance at landing that internship here at Morrows. So I wipe my face off with a towel then dab myself with my stick and air-kiss myself in the mirror before grabbing my cell and texting my mom.
Me: Another job interview today. Wish me luck!
Mom: Good luck, honey. Let me know if you get it.
Me: Of course. xx
I tuck my phone back in my pocket and make a mental note not to forget to text this time. I strut up the stairs and wink at a passing guy who almost stumbles on the stairs, making me grin. Clutching my red bag, I walk up to the lady sitting behind the desk on the third floor and clear my throat. She puts down her phone, batting her eyelashes at me before saying, “Can I help you?”
“I’m here for an interview,” I say, leaning against the counter. “I have an appointment with TJ Morrows.”
She raises her brow at me and gives me a sassy look before checking her computer. Whatever, lady. I know you don’t believe me, but that’s okay. Happens to me every damn day. I try to use people’s prejudice of my looks to my advantage whenever I can. Brains sometimes do come with beauty.
“What time?” she asks.
“Five minutes from now,” I answer with a fake, forced smile.
She keeps looking at me like I’m joking or something. I guess it’s really hard to believe someone like me could score an interview for a job here. Makes you wonder what kind of place this is.
I didn’t actually do a lot of research into the company, to be honest. Maybe I should have, but my number one priority was just finding an internship. It didn’t matter where. I only had two requirements: it must be a corporation where I can learn how to market and run a business, and it had to pay well.
This one checked the boxes, so I applied.