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Window Dressing
by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)
Blurb:
Can Jessie work with a
woman with the looks of a pixie and the personality of a dragon to complete the
most important task of her career?
Shop-fitter Jessie is sent to London’s Oxford Street to work
on a flagship store’s front window overnight. It’s the first time she’s
completed such an important task by herself, but the plans and organisation are
solid—it’s just a case of getting it turned around before the store re-opens
the following morning. What she’s not betting on, however, is the woman in
charge of the project—Edith. She has the looks of a pixie but the personality
of a dragon, and it soon becomes clear to Jessie that the job isn’t going to be
plain sailing, not with Edith being awkward and putting Jessie down at every
turn. As the hours drag on, Jessie somehow manages to peer beneath Edith’s
frosty exterior, and much to her surprise, she kind of likes what she finds.
But will she abandon her principles—and potentially risk her job—for a one-off
thing?
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Excerpt:
With a sigh of relief, I followed the satnav’s instructions
and indicated right, swinging the van into the side road off of London’s Oxford
Street.
“You have reached your destination,” remarked the posh voice
coming from the machine.
“Thank fuck for that,” I shot back, removing the device from
the windscreen and wiping at the tell-tale ring it left behind on the glass
with my sleeve, hoping to remove any temptation for potential thieves. No doubt
they swarmed around this area, tourist Mecca as it was. I didn’t want them to
catch me out.
I stowed away the satnav, switched off the van’s ignition,
and grabbed all my stuff. Hopping out onto the road, I locked the van and
pocketed the keys. Then, wiping my damp palms on my black work trousers, I
approached the rear door of the shop where I was to work.
Come on, get a grip,
Jessie! You may be new at this, but you know what you’re doing. You’ve got
this.
I wasn’t totally insane to be nervous. I’d been working for
the shop-fitting company for just over a year now, and it was great. I really
enjoyed the work, the variety. But this was the first time I’d been sent out on
a job by myself. It hadn’t been intentional, either—the job was last minute,
and the client had made it worth my employer’s while. Normally there’d been a
team of two coming here, but there was another big job, one that needed the
more experienced fitters on board. Therefore I’d been pulled off that task, in
order to do this one. Alone.
Adding more worry was the warning one of my colleagues had
given me on finding out where I was being sent. “You watch out for that Edith
woman, Jessie. She may look like a pixie, but she’s actually more of a dragon.
She frightens the bloody life out of me.”
The warning ringing in my ears, I took a deep breath and
pressed the doorbell. I could do this. I could. I’d made it all the way from
Leeds to London, navigating busy motorways and the complete insanity that was
England’s capital city, venturing right into the heart—the craziest of the
crazy. Fortunately, by the time I’d hit the West End, the traffic wasn’t too
bad, given that the shops were closing and rush hour had been and gone. There
were still morons galore, naturally—honking taxi drivers, swerving,
lane-hopping cyclists, oblivious rickshaw drivers, suicidal pedestrians—but I’d
kept my cool throughout, telling myself I was so close to the end of my journey
that I could almost touch it. Taste it.
And here I was, at the back entrance of the flagship store
of the world-famous fashion chain, ready to change over its window display in
time for when the shop reopened in the morning. I glanced at my watch, relaxed
a little. It was ten p.m. Eleven whole hours until opening time. No problem,
not even for a relative newbie like me.
The door opened a crack and a sliver of a dark face peered
out at me. “Yes?”
“Oh, hi. I’m Jessie—from the shop-fitters? Here to work on
your window display?”
The woman—the voice had given it away, as she was still
peering through the crack between the door and its frame—eyed me up. The black
trousers, black T-shirt, black fleece—the latter two bearing the name of the
company I worked for, clearly weren’t enough. Turning her attention to the van
behind me—emblazoned with the company name in huge letters—she now seemed
convinced.
“All right,” she said, opening the door wider and stepping
back to let me through. “Come on in.”
“Thanks…”
“I’m Jacqueline. Edith’s already in the window. She’s the
one in charge.”
I nodded. “Okay—lead the way.” I followed Jacqueline through
the dimly lit storeroom. I’d known instantly she wasn’t Edith, because she
looked nothing like a pixie. More like a goddess. She had a curly black afro,
curves you could lose yourself in for days, and a wiggle that would have turned
me instantly if I wasn’t already into women.
Blinking as we emerged into the blazing lights of the shop
floor, I continued in Jacqueline’s wake, adjusting my ponytail and fixing a
smile on my face as we grew closer to the window…and Edith. She was the big
cheese—when it came to the window design and execution, anyway—so I needed to
make a good impression. Hopefully she’d give good feedback to my boss, and I’d
get more projects like this in future. Maybe even a raise—a girl could dream,
right?
“Hi,” I said as we came within a couple of paces of my
soon-to-be workspace. “I’m Jessie. Pleased to meet you.”
After a brief pause, the pixie took the hand I was holding
out and shook it. Firm, confident, but brief. She was no-nonsense, this woman.
But I’d known that already.
Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance
novels Stately Pleasures (named in
the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never
Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes
Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award,
and an Amazon bestseller) and The
Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas,
she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about
her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk,
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