The Exposé 3 Read Online Free

a pose in a scrap of
slinky white silk.
    “It’s...hot,”
I offer. “Just depends if hot is what you want for this
audition.”
    Tasha
makes a face. “I don’t know! This callback is like the
biggest break I’ve gotten since moving to the city. I want
everything to be perfect!”
    “Well, what did they tell
you to wear?”
    Tasha rolls her eyes. “They
never say. Some girls just show up in plain black, so they don’t
distract from their performance, but I say, if you’re going to
do it, you need to do it right. Maybe I should try the red again?”
    She disappears back into the
dressing room.
    I
look around. The luxury store is full of rich housewives and
snooty-looking staff. They keep shooting me dirty looks, as if they
can tell that my bank account would barely pay for a button on one of
these dresses.
    Especially
now that I’m out of a story – and a job.
    “Better
or worse?” Tasha steps out again, this time looking like a
classic femme fatale .
    “I like it. I like all of
them!”
    “Some help,” Tasha
grins. She checks her reflection. “You know, the director was
pretty cute. And he couldn’t stop staring at my ass.”
    “There you go,” I
laugh. “If you miss out on the role, maybe you’ll still
get a date.”
    Tasha
snorts. “I want both. What about you?” she asks, going to
browse another rack of designer dresses. “Any eligible guys at
that club of yours?”
    I
pause. You mean aside from
the dangerously sexy man who delivered an incredible orgasm but hates
my guts right now?
    When I don’t respond, Tasha
turns to me with a wicked grin. “Or are you still seeing the
boss?”
    “We,
uh, broke it off,” I tell her. It’s not exactly a lie.
“But it’s fine. I’m focusing on the job hunt. I
need a new gig – I kind of got fired,” I admit.
    “No!”
she exclaims. “I’m sorry, babe. I can hook you up with my
agency if you need. Like I said, you have to put up with some
assholes, but the money’s great.”
    “Thanks.
Who knows, maybe I’ll have to take you up on it if I don’t
get this mess with Dax sorted out.”
    “Tell
me about these problems with Sexy Boss Man,” Tasha teases.
“You’re really upset about this, I can tell. You didn’t
tell me you liked him, liked him.”
    “I
don’t.” I say, covering quickly. “Things just got
messed up between us, pretty bad.”
    Tasha
comes to sit beside me, and I can tell by the look of sympathy on her
face that she doesn’t believe me. “What happened?”
    “Nothing. It’s just…”
I take a breath. “I screwed up at work, and now he hates me.”
    “I’m sure he doesn’t hate you, Zoe,” she soothes. “What’d
you do that was so bad?”
    “I
lied,” I admit. “Big time.” I don’t want to
tell her the whole story, but maybe she can help. “But I need
him to trust me again. So how can I fix it? Should I even try?”
    I
owe Dax nothing, we weren’t even having a relationship, but
still, I know I’ve done something wrong by sneaking around
under false pretenses. Sure, it was fun and sexy going undercover,
but it got serious real fast. And instead of coming clean, I betrayed
him.
    “Aww,”
she pats my hand sympathetically, then puts a glass of fitting room
champagne in it. I take a fortifying gulp-- I guess these ritzy shops
do have their good points. “You’ll figure it out, Zoe.
But you have to try. Look how upset you are. He’s probably
waiting on your move.”
    “I
don’t think so.” I take another sip, feeling guilty. “He
never wants to speak to me again. What do I do?” I ask, feeling
awkward asking for advice.
    “Have
you tried apologizing?”
    “Yup.
He won’t even listen,” I sigh. Dax strikes me as the kind
of guy to stick to his guns. He’s not just going to turn around
at the drop of an ‘I’m sorry’ and say we’re
all good again.
    “So make him listen.” Tasha gets up again. “Give him what he wants
most,” she adds with a wink, before sashaying back into the
dressing