Crazy Bitch (Bitches and Queens) Read Online Free

Willow said.
    “What?” Zachary shrugged
innocently.
    “There was nothing in the contract
about threesomes with my boyfriend,” she answered coyly.
    “Hey, what’s wrong with a guy dreaming?”
    “Nothing, just as long as you
keep those thoughts in your head,” Willow cautioned. If, and it was a huge if,
she got this internship, the last thing she needed was her boyfriend coming on
to her boss. She would die of embarrassment. Hannah would probably die of
embarrassment too, if she didn’t try to kick his ass first. Or maybe, she was
used to that sort of thing? Either way, Hannah didn’t strike her as an overtly
sexual being. They had only talked for a little less than an hour, but Willow
definitely picked up on an ice queen sort of vibe. The more she thought about
it, Willow realized she couldn’t imagine Hannah having sex with anyone. Not
that it mattered much; Willow didn’t care who Hannah fucked as long as she gave
her a glowing reference.
    A week went by. With each
passing day, Willow grew increasingly gloomier—the very reason she tried not to
get her hopes up—but it had been hard not to dream. Although she didn’t have
any classes that afternoon, she went to the university studio to work on her
designs. Normally, she didn’t mind working from the small, one-bedroom
apartment she shared with Zachary, but they had called a band meeting, which
was really code for a bunch of guys sitting around the living room getting
drunk. Zachary said it was part of the creative process.
    To each their own, Willow
supposed. She tapped into her creative well by listening to music as loud as
her eardrums allowed. To counteract her blues, her iPod blared with a roaring
rock tune. Staring down at her sketch, lost in her own little world, Willow
wasn’t aware she wasn’t alone until she felt someone tap her shoulder.
    Startled, she jumped, turned
around, and was even more surprised to find Hannah standing beside her. As she
took the earbuds out, she heard Hannah say, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten
you.”
    “It’s all right. I just wasn’t
expecting anyone,” Willow said almost shyly.
    Willow could hardly believe she
had come. Wearing some designer sequined shirt, black leggings, and stiletto
heels, Hannah was the epitome of high fashion and towered over Willow’s five-feet-four
inches by at least a foot. Willow self-consciously plucked at the neckline of
her old t-shirt. With her hair pinned back away from her face and pair of faded,
blue jean cutoff shorts, she began to feel downright shabby. Although she was
thrilled Hannah was here, and by what she thought she might have to say, Willow
privately wished she would have called first.
    “I was told I could find you
here.”
    “I can’t believe you just
walked in here,” Willow exclaimed with a bright smile.
    “Was I not supposed to?”
    “No, it’s not that. I’m just
surprised you weren’t mobbed along the way.”
    “I’m used to that sort of
thing,” Hannah dismissed with the wave of her hand. “Were you working on
something new?”
    “It’s nothing,” Willow denied.
    Hannah leaned over Willow’s
shoulder to look at the sketch. She took a step forward as her long finger
reached out and traced the long, lean lines of the female drawing. “It looks
like something to me.”
    “It’s just a new idea I’m
playing with, but I haven’t figured out where I want to go with it yet.”
    Hannah moved her hand away and
took a step back to look down at Willow’s face. “When you do figure it out, be
sure to let me know. It will probably belong to me, if you are still interested
in the internship.”
    “Oh my God! Are you serious?”
Willow screamed excitedly.
    Hannah laughed. “I wouldn’t
drive all the way here to tell you I picked someone else. I’m not that nice of
a person. If you are free, I thought I could take you to lunch so we could work
out the details.”
    “Yeah,” Willow gleefully agreed
and then a frown started to pucker her mouth.