The Temp

by Debra Brooks

All Bartholin Books are DRM-free.Amy is a temp. She prides herself on her phone manners. On her typing skills. On her filing. Amy has new goal. Amy wants to become a SILF. A Secretary I'd Like to F***. And when Amy has a goal, she knows how to get it.About 4,000 "Megan! Where are my Manolo pumps?" I march across the hall and jerk the comforter off my roommate. She's sprawled across her sheets, completely naked except for yesterday's makeup smudged across her face. As usual, she smells of men's cologne, booze, and sex. Seeing her like that, I'm hit with the same old flood of desire, envy, annoyance. She squints up at me, still half asleep. "Why in the hell are you up so early?""It's morning. Most of America has to go to work now. And I can't go to work until you tell me where my shoes are." She reaches down, finding the blanket, and curls into a tiny ball. "What shoes?" As the words come out of her mouth, a smile plays on her lips. She knows damn well what shoes I'm talking about. The ones I paid six-hundred-dollars for. The ones she constantly steals.I jerk the comforter from her again. She sighs, stretching her arms over her head and fully displaying her perfect, paid-for-in-tips breasts. Her eyes open and settle on me. "That's what you're wearing? What kind of impression does that make?"I glance down at my high-collared skirt-suit. "A professional one." "You have a great body, but you dress like Hillary Clinton." "I'm a secretary, Megan. Not a bartender." "I make more money than you," she points out. "And I get to sleep in." She pulls the covers over her head. "You could be a total SILF, if you tried.""SILF?""Secretary I'd like to fuck."

22 pages, Kindle Edition

First published January 28, 2012