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over my
shoulders and reached my hands behind and clasped. The way the bra
hugged my body was pure perfection. The material fit like a glove,
but softer, and sexier, that was for damn sure. The panties felt
just as nice, except they were high cut in the bottom, not quite a
thong but not quite a panty. I didn't usually wear that style, but
wow, they made my ass look great. Tan skin paired with steamy red
lingerie, I looked sexy. It's amazing what flawlessly designed
lingerie could do to a woman's self-esteem.
    I pulled the pressed slacks from
the hanger, size seven—man he was good—and slipped on the button-up
shirt that went all the way up to the neck. I looked like a prude
with nastiness hidden underneath.
    In the back of the garment bag, a
scribbled note read:
     
    Wear your hair down. –F.
Felton
     
    After a quick brush of the teeth,
and another look in the mirror, I was out the door. Not full makeup
because it wasn't necessary, just a little color on the
lips.
    A feeling crept up inside of me
that I couldn't quite put my finger on. The excitement of the
unknown raged and flipped.
    Outside, the reflections of the
surrounding buildings danced upon the limo. I felt too upper class
riding it in and completely out of my zone. As I walked closer,
Charlie greeted me with a head nod and opened the back door. Before
I climbed in, I thanked him, and took a deep breath, hoping my
heart wouldn't burst from my chest. The thought of seeing Mr.
Felton sitting inside the limo made me nervous. How would he act
now that I'd agreed to join his team? Treat me like a whore? Demand
me to obey him? I didn't know, but I would soon find
out.
    Once inside the limo, I expected
to see green eyes and messy hair eagerly awaiting me, but my
arrival was greeted with evil looks from two women.
    Well damn , was my last
thought before the limo door closed and we sped off.
    "Ms. Downs, my name is Paisley,
and this is Jessica, but she likes to be called Jesse. We have been
assigned to mentor you over the next few weeks."
    Intimidation and doubt slowly
replaced my excitement. Paisley looked like a goddess with
naturally tanned skin, golden brown hair, and a face only the
daughter of Zeus could have. Jesse had blonde hair, a petite nose,
light skin, and bright red lips. If I believed in the supernatural,
I might have assumed she was a vampire. These two women couldn't be
more opposite from one another, and they rivaled in
beauty.
    "As she said, we will be mentoring
you for the next few weeks." Jesse's tone was nothing but
disinterest coated in boredom. She sighed after she spoke, and then
mumbled something, which I only assumed to be bitchy by the way her
head bobbed, to Paisley. I overheard things like: she's not wearing
makeup, just another one of Finn's toys, not going to cut
it.
    I cleared my throat and then
spoke. "Excuse me, I'm right here, and can hear you."
    Jesse crossed her arms and legs
and pushed her body further into the soft leather seats. I wished
they would suck her in.
    "I apologize, Ms. Downs. Jessica
can sometimes forget her manners."
    Paisley sent her an incredulous
look, but Jesse returned it with an open eye roll and a moan. She
treated me like a second-class citizen, not good enough to be in
the same car with her.
    Paisley smiled at me, not a big
warm smile, but a courteous one.
    "So where were we? Oh yes.
Mentoring. If you are to be an Elite, you must act as an Elite,
which requires proper etiquette training. Think of it as
orientation if you will."
    "Okay," I muttered.
    "Just because Finn wants you as
one of his, doesn't mean you are guaranteed a place in the ranks.
You will be tested, and there are two inevitable outcomes: either
you pass or fail. Only you will decide," Paisley said.
    Her tone never rose. She was all
business while Jesse was all bitchiness.
    "Tell her about the last girl,
Pais. Tell her how she got fired," Jesse said.
    "No. I will not,
Jessica."
    Paisley turned her body toward
me.
    "Your training began the