Chains (The Club #8) Read Online Free PDF Page B

I’ve never been before and I’m certainty not okay having Ashley make me over like her personal Barbie doll.
    Releasing a heavy sigh, loose strands of hair blow off my face while I debate whether or not I should go along with her plans for the night. Just as I’m about to leave, she peeks her head back into my office.
    “Jesika let’s move it, I already said I’m not taking no for an answer so let’s go.”
    Dropping my head and slouching my shoulders in defeat I lock up my office and follow Ashley back to her place.

    My fingertips are so intertwined with one another I’m beginning to lose feeling in my forearms. As I sit here, pretending to enjoy this little make over, I can’t help but feel uncomfortable. The amount of makeup and product that has been applied to my face and hair is insane. I haven’t a clue as to what the hell I’m getting myself into being here or what’s to be expected at this club we’ll be going to.
    “So this club, where is it and what will we be doing there?’ I ask, the tone of my voice sounding like a pubescent boy.
    With a giggle she gestures for me to turn around and face the mirror. With a heavy sigh, I do as she says but not before closing my eyes. I don’t know why I’m so nervous, its not like I’ve never worn makeup before and gone out on the town.
    “Open your eyes Jesika, you look amazing if I don’t say so myself,” she coos.
    Counting to ten, I lift my lids and look at my reflection in the mirror. My hand flies up to my mouth as a burst of shock takes over my senses.
    “Holy shit Ashley,” I expel.
    I can hardly believe the sight staring back at me is…me.
    “Absolutely gorgeous girl,” she chants clapping her hands together.
    As I continue to stare I drop my hand from my face in awe of the woman looking back at me. Ashley has out done herself. My hazel eyes are popping beneath the subtle yet smoky shadows and my lashes longer than I’ve ever seen. She’s applied a hint of blush to my face that extenuates my high cheek bones and my lips…my God my cherry red lips look so full and….just wow. Turning my head from side to side, I admire the curls running through my long hair that leave smooth waves cascading past my shoulders.
    “I’m speechless,” I whisper.
    “You are a beauty Jesika. Like I said earlier, its time you let your hair down and have some fun. I’m just glad you allowed me to show you the beautiful woman you are. Now let’s find you something sexy to wear.”
    A lump forms in the back of my throat at the thought of me wearing something sexy. I’m so nervous I’m beginning to sweat…I don’t sweat.
    “Umm Ash, I don’t do sexy,” I say taking a few short breaths in hopes of calming my now raging nerves.
    “Hush now woman. Tonight is all about you and I plan on showing you a life you’ve never experienced and let me just say you’re in for a treat.”
    Wishing she’d let me in on more details, I follow her down the hallway into her bedroom and plop myself down onto her bed. My eyes watch her as she enters a walk in closet, flipping on a switch and disappearing from my view.
    “Ashley I’m kinda nervous. I don’t do the whole makeup and fancy shit thing when I go out. I need to you clue me in on exactly what it is that we’re doing tonight.”
    She pops her head out of the closet giving me a stern look and holding her finger up to her lips before going back in. With frustration building I fall back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling as my stomach starts to form knots of worry and apprehension. My eyes slowly close as I try to mentally talk myself down off the ledge and relax. A few moments pass and I hear a gasp come from Ashley. My eyes instantly open to see her holding a few hangers on each hand.
    “Girl get your ass up off my bed. I didn’t spend an hour curling your hair for you to flatten it before we even leave.”
    Quickly sitting up, I feel awful and I hope I didn’t ruin her hard work.
    “Good girl, now come