Running Hot and Cold

By Kiki Wellington

Working at the frozen food company is a drudgery for Angela. She hates her job, her boss, and the fact that she has to do inventory in an industrial freezer once a month.

But this month, frozen food really heats up when the hottie from corporate comes to help her work on inventory--and after some steamy encounters, Angela will never look at frozen corn the same way again.

From the Author:
ADULTS ONLY PLEASE. Running Hot and Cold is a 7,000 word story that contains sexually explicit material and adult language. This story is not appropriate for children and may be offensive to some readers.

Warning: Running Hot and Cold contains icy oral, an inconvenient alarm, and the ingenious use of office supplies.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kiki Wellington
• Release date: Nov 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781498989220

Book preview

The things I did for money.

I'm not saying it was a terrible job, but it just wasn't for me.

Who am I kidding? I hated that job. I only took the job at the frozen food company to make money while I worked on my doctorate in psychology and human sexuality. I was on track to receive a research position at my university—which would have meant that my tuition was completely covered—but that fell through. So I needed to get a job, any job, that would allow me to pay for my sexology studies and support myself. It wasn't my dream job—my ultimate goal was to become a sex therapist—but it did pay the bills.

I mostly did administrative work at that job, but once a month, I got to unchain myself from my desk to work on the company's inventory for about a week. That meant spending chilly days in the industrial freezers counting thousands upon thousands of boxes. I wouldn't have minded it so much if I didn't have to do inventory with Amy, the cunt of a boss I was working for. God, I hated that bitch. She had a chilly enough disposition without being in a freezer for a week. I dreaded that time of month, but all I could do was put on the company-issued inventory uniform, bite my tongue, and deal with it. At least when it was finished, I could bury my face in my computer screen and crunch numbers without worrying about that vile woman annoying the shit out of me.

***

That month was different. Is it wrong that I was so happy when I heard the news? When I answered the phone that morning, I was convinced that Amy was calling from her cell phone to bitch at me for something or another—that's what she thinks management is supposed to do—so I was pleasantly surprised when it was actually her husband on the other end of the phone.

How on earth that woman got someone to marry her is a mystery to me, but a mystery for another day.

Is this Angela? he asked me.

Yes, this is Angela, I said, wondering what was going on.

Hi, Angela, this is Mark—Amy's husband. I'm just calling to let you know that my wife won't be in this week. She's in the hospital with pneumonia.

"Pneumonia? Oh, my