Mr. Steal Your Girl 5: Your Girl, #5

By K. Bruch

After one wild night in a hotel with the sexiest man she ever met, Sandra is back to her normal everyday life, grinding away at work, trying her best to bury the memory and explosive feelings conjured up that one evening. However, life has its own priorities, bringing the things she’s avoiding right back at her door step with a smile, and an offer she can’t refuse.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crazy Gal Publishing
• Release date: Nov 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519948694

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Mr. Steal Your Girl 5

By

K. Bruch

Text copyright © November 2015, K. Bruch

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Story 5: Call me...

Author Notes:

Story 5: Call me...

Feeling a cold chill move down my spine, my body ached as the melodic tap of smooth jazz music played behind me, dancing around my ears while I stared at a folded white dress shirt. Glancing at the delicately threaded designs on it, I felt my body warm at its touch before I quickly placed it back into a backpack resting beside me. Regaining my senses, I glanced around the brightly lit shop I occupied, seeing the clean counter I stood behind that looked over a store filled with fanciful clothes, well-dressed mannequins, and most of all racks filled with exotic fabrics. I then glanced out towards the clear windows of this small store, seeing the classy boulevard there with its equally expensively dressed crowds passing by. Still caught up in a blank daze of thought, I wondered what I was doing again before the shout of a familiar voice knocked me back into focus.

Sandra. What are you doing? a commanding woman’s voice captured my senses, getting me to look over my shoulder to see the stern look, shaggy hair, but elegantly dressed woman standing over me. Didn’t I ask for you to pick up a delivery for me at the shipping store?

Ah, I snapped out of my daze, picking up a box. Here it is Mrs. Kales—I just came back from there.

And why haven’t you brought me it then? she walked over with her commanding strut. I’ve been waiting on these fabrics the whole day. How else am I supposed to start on the next order without them? She snatched the box from me. I wouldn’t be here otherwise unless it was to work nor would I have called you here to just stand there mindlessly. Earn your paycheck. Finish the list of errands I have for you.

Um, yes Ma’am. I fumbled over my words while staring at the intimidating demeanor of my boss. But uh...

Uh, what? Mrs. Kales glared back at me as she tried stepping away. What is it? Speak up. You know I hate waiting for you to finish your words.

Ah, I fumbled over them again before seeing the sharp stare of my boss and blurting out my words in fear of her anger. Ma’am I already finished it! I nearly shouted to the surprised gaze of Mrs. Kales.

Finished what? she looked on confused.

Uh, sorry. I pulled out a notepad. All the errands you assigned to me for the day, I’ve completed them. I flipped open the pad to show a long checklist. I’ve organized your schedule; your appointments have all been pushed back to this afternoon as you requested, along with that I’ve balanced this month’s accounts; depositing the checks from this week at the bank, then after that I went to Ms. Orlena to place new orders for that rare silk fabric you mentioned, and finally I went to the shipping store to pick up the package you have in your hand. Which is strange, I said in thought. Why not just have it delivered here?

Mrs. Kales raised an eyebrow in interest of my words, and most likely surprised by my diligence this evening. I was as well. I think I might have been possessed this morning, finishing everything I had laid out for me in a hurry. There was no room for thought, just work, which I really needed right at the moment.

Anonymity, stupid. Mrs. Kales replied harshly. Those vendors selling you material will triple the price of it if they knew they were selling to us—best to have different addresses and names to do business with outside wholesalers, that’s what I always tell you. Why do you think I send you to do everything? She shook her head annoyed as she glared at me. And it was Sea Silk—the fabric. Make sure you got the order right for Orlena. If you can’t remember it now, how am I supposed to trust that you made the correct order for me.

Oh, I said bewildered but understanding of her worry. I had rushed through everything so quickly this morning that I might have made a mistake. Okay, I will call her immediately. Do you have anything else you need me to do?

Just call her. After that I’ll have you help me with our upcoming project since you’re so free this afternoon.

Yes ma’am. I smiled in delight of the news, loving the fact I would have something more to do to block out the anxious feeling building at the bottom of my stomach. Watching as my boss stormed off into the back of the shop, I quickly turned to my cellphone on the table, picking it up and unlocking the code combination on it that I’ve become familiar with. Opening my contacts, I searched for Orlena’s name, but as I did, I passed by one familiar name, one I had seen for a while there, but not have been contacted by for the past day.

Jacob. I whispered as the anxious feeling at the pit of my stomach shook my nerves. Ignoring the feeling, I scrolled down, finding Orlena’s name and pressing the dial button to its side. Sighing in exhaustion of the rattling feeling the mere mention of Jacob’s name brought, I sat there in thought. After a night of what I could only consider a complete mistake, I’m now left here waiting for a message from him, only having not heard from him in the past twenty-four hours after his more than crazy idea of going out