How I Became Lotus Raine...the Porn Star Read Online Free Page A

turned into more of a girlie tomboy as the end of high school came around. But you know the saying: You can take the girl out of the tomboy, but you can’t take the tomboy out of the girl. Or wait…is that country?
    Either way, over the years I hadn’t given myself over to the girlie girl within that was calling me. I wasn’t going to turn my back on my tomboy-ism ways. They had always had my back; I couldn’t just give them deuces and peace out. Plus, I’d always been worried what would happen if I did. There was a reason I’d clung to my NBA basketball shoe fetish throughout the years. And it wasn’t because they were more comfortable than heels or that I had small feet and could buy them in the boys’ section.
    Once I was in the confines of my office, I shut my door and leaned back against it. I was doubting the torture I’d put myself through that morning. I didn’t want attention drawn to me. I liked blending in. I didn’t want to stick out.
    I made my way to my desk ready to immerse myself in work…and pluck all my eyelashes out. A bag of mini starbursts and a Sprite caught my eye. I couldn’t help but smile. There was no note with it, but I didn’t need one to know whom it was from.
    Magic Mike.
    Magic hip bump, magic candy saver, magic mystery new employee, magic eye candy, and the list could go on. Because for some reason I was sure he was magical at anything he put his mind to. Or other body parts.
    I wanted to go find him and thank him. Maybe even have him give me a magic high five in my pants. But I didn’t want to make anything too obvious. Especially where Rachel was concerned. And I had a ton of work to do before the weekend, so instead of pulling some romantic movie gesture on my part, I sat down and told myself it could wait.
    I had looked at my clock and noticed it was time to start saving all the info I had found for the day. From the corner of my eye, I spotted my door being slowly pushed open. My heartbeat sped up and an involuntary smile took over expecting it to be the guy I was needing to thank.
    But it wasn’t.
    I pulled my earphones out, giving my boss my full attention. He eased his way in, not bothering to close the door behind him as he scanned my office walls taking in the paintings I had hanging. The first thought I had was he was there to fire me. I was positive Rachel made sure to show him just how musically inclined she was and had him singing until he got off in her mouth. She had ways of getting what she wanted and I knew it had everything to do with the weakness hiding in his slacks that the ring on his finger didn’t satisfy.
    Maybe if I just apologized and recanted my statement it would all go away. I mean, it wasn’t like I was going to run to his wife and tell her. Hell, it wasn’t like I had any tangible proof to even do so.
    I stood and ran my clammy hands down the front of my jeans. I couldn’t lose my job. I’d be screwed. But I was only into begging by using my voice and if I was going to have to beg at all, that’d be as good as he’d ever get from me.
    Twiddling with my fingers, I finally looked up and spoke. “Look. I’m sorry about what I said yesterday. I was out of line and—”
    His hand lifted from his pant pocket, slicing through the stagnant air between us as he motioned for me to quit talking. “That’s not why I’m here.” He rubbed a hand through his thinning hair, and held the back of his neck before releasing it along with a sigh. “I just wanted to let you know that when you come in on Monday, I’ll have an assignment for you.”
    The tension I’d been holding rolled off as I let my shoulders sag a bit. I never thought he could possibly be coming into my office that day with actual good news. He never had good news for me.
    “I don’t even know what to say. Thank you so much for the opportunity.” I gave him a grateful smile.
    Mr. Callahan gave me a curt nod, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he bounced on the heels of his