Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1 Read Online Free PDF

tone, eye color and such.   I know what colors work well for you.   It just comes from experience.   I bought things for you today that I would never wear, because it wouldn’t look good on me.”
    Pondering what she said, I sipped at my wine.   All I wanted to do was climb into bed and pass out.
    Sheila sprung from her chair, grabbed her purse and retrieved a card, shoving it at me.   “One last thing before I go.   Can you leave your office around 2 p.m. tomorrow?”
    It wouldn’t be easy without an assistant, but I never took time off.   “It shouldn’t be a problem.   Why?”
    “That’s a card for one of my closest friends.   She’s a beautician and cosmetologist.   She’s going to get your hair and makeup in order.   I took the liberty of setting an appointment for you, but the fee is going to be all yours.”
    “Thank you.   Have a good evening.”   Did I really need a head to toe makeover?   Stacy thought so.   Sheila thought so.   I had no idea I was such a wreck.
    Sheila nodded and showed herself out.
    I was alone, and too tired to do anything else, so I climbed into bed.   Thoughts of sex, toys, porn and lingerie ran through my mind, but fatigue took over and I was fast asleep.

PLEASANT SURPRISE

    The next morning I bounced out of bed as I never had before.   I woke before the alarm and hurried to the coffee pot.   Instead of sleepily waiting to be able to pour a cup, I showered while it brewed.
    Showered with coffee in hand, I stared at my closet in amazement.   It was all mine.   I grabbed a sexy suit Sheila had picked out for me.   A form fitting black skirt that had a white frilly top and black corset looking thing with shoulder straps was what I couldn’t wait to wear.   I pulled out a matching panty and bra set, hose and high heeled shoes.   As soon as I was dressed, I spent longer in the bathroom than usual, adding volume to my hair and putting on a little more makeup than I had in the past.    Anything more than mascara was more than I usually wore.
    I almost didn’t recognize myself in the mirror.   Satisfied with my look, and eager to share it with the world, I gathered my things.   I sent a quick text to Stacy thanking her for everything and inviting her for a post work drink.
    Before I knew it, I was the first one at the office.   Without an assistant, my workload was going to increase.   I dove right in, finishing up a marketing campaign I had been working on.  
    “Excuse me, Miss Kavana?”   A young woman was standing at my door looking nervous.
    “Can I help you?”
    “I’m Regan, the lady at the front desk said I was your first interview for today.”
    Damn! Interviews.
    After four hours of interviewing hopeless candidates, I made my way to the diner on the corner for lunch.   I sat at the counter with a magazine and ordered a sandwich and coke.   Looking around I did catch a few men looking my way.   It was difficult not to grin.
    “Oh my god, I love that suit!”   A woman plopped down next to me, dropping her thin briefcase on the floor by my feet.   “I’m sorry, did I startle you?”
    I chuckled, “Just a little.”
    “Sorry, I’m frazzled.   It’s been a long day of interviews for me.   Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to be told you’re overqualified for everything?   I’m smart as hell and broke as fuck.   That pretty much makes me not overqualified to work.”   She flagged the waitress down and placed her order.
    “What sort of work are you looking for?” I asked nonchalantly.
    “I really don’t care at this point.   I’ve been a legal assistant and a sales assistant.   I can pretty much help anyone do anything.   All I want is a chance.”   She sighed, “My mouth tends to get me into trouble though.   I was fired over a year ago from my last job.”
    “Oh?”   I had been interviewing people all day, but this was fun.   I liked this woman.   She was quirky and talkative, but had an intelligent