Chains (The Club #8) Read Online Free PDF

spent. All I want right now is a way to teleport to my condo, fill the tub with rich smells of lavender and pour myself a large glass of chilled Moscato.
    Mmm, my taste buds are already screaming at me as my mouth begins to water and my tired muscles relax.
    Opening my eyes, I watch as Ashley, the layout editor and my colleague, walks into my office.
    “You look like shit,” she remarks with a wide grin.
    Leaning forward, I rest my elbows onto my thighs while giving her an evil smirk.
    “Sorry not all of us can make it through hell and back while still looking like a glamour queen,” I retort.
    With her long legs Ashley walks further into the room. Seriously this woman is flawless and looks like she just stepped off the pages of our magazine. Wearing at least five inch heels, a navy pencil skirt and a to die for white blouse, she gorgeous. As she takes a seat on the edge of my desk, she tosses her long, perfectly styled blonde hair off of her shoulder and stares back to me with piercing green eyes.
    Looking down at my own attire of jeans, a fitted white tank and my favorite converse, I feel slightly underdressed and this is my norm. Especially when I’m working on location, I need to be comfortable. My chucks versus heels are way more relaxed for the random positions I find myself in, not to mention climbing over obstacles to get the shot I need.
    I take my finger tips and pull the rubber band holding my messy bun together out of place. My long dirty blonde hair falls down past my shoulders. To avoid eye contact, I lean forward and allow the curtain of strands to shelter my face.
    “Aww come on Jesika you are beautiful, even when you are a hot mess and you know it. Now pull your hair back on top of your head and let’s get the hell outta here. It’s Friday night and I need to go out and release some pent up frustrations of my own.”
    Tilting my head back, my eyes shift to hers. She’s still sitting, oh so prim and proper with a smug smile spread across her face. I can see the wheels spinning in her head and can only image what she has in store for herself tonight.
    “Well you go have fun with that. I’d much rather forget about this day and head home.”
    Moving to stand from the couch I walk toward my desk gathering any documents I’ll need to finish up some work at home. Completely ignoring Ashley’s presence I shove my things into my briefcase and grab my camera bag up off the floor.
    “Where do you think you’re going lil miss?” She asks.
    With my bags slung over my shoulder, I turn toward her. She stands from my desk, her hand on her hip with a look of determination splayed across her face.
    “I told you, I’m going home. I’m exhausted and just want to relax,” I respond.
    Taking a few steps toward me she rests her hand on my arm and smiles.
    “You definitely need to relax and I have just the way for you do it. Tonight is open invite to a club I go to and I’m not taking no for an answer. It’s time you let your hair down, forget about that asshole that broke your heart and have a little fun.”
    “Ashley I really don’t feel up to it, plus you said I look like shit. There’s no way I’m going out looking like this,” I say gesturing my arm up and down my body.
    Curiosity peeks my interest, yet there’s no way in hell I’d let her in on it. Ashley has always had another side, almost like a secret that she’s keeping and doesn’t want to let me in on…yet she’s asking me to go with her tonight. I’m apprehensive, my nerves are whaling beneath my skin, but I still want to know where, why and how she plans on releasing her frustrations.
    “Don’t worry. Follow me back to my place and I’ll fix you up. In no time you’ll feel like the dashing diva we both know you can be,” she says snapping her fingers before sauntering through my office and out the door.
    Scrunching my brows I stand alone in my office. What in the hell just happened? I’m not totally comfortable going to a place