Page 27 of Wardrobe Malfunction

She’s a spitfire.

I like her.

No way am I having her fired. I have a feeling that keeping Pins around will be very interesting. Very interesting indeed.

And, no, I’m not going to fuck her. I’d have to be insane to let her near my dick. I might love sex, but I do have some sense of self-preservation.

No, I’m going to fuck with her.

Payback is a bastard…and he goes by the name of Vaughn West.

Charly

Well, it seems, I’m not fired, as Ava hasn’t said anything.

We had dinner last night with Logan, and she never said a word. Actually, she asked how it went with Vaughn.

I couldn’t tell her what had happened. I was too embarrassed.

More like mortified.

I totally fibbed and said that he hadn’t turned up. I know; I lied. It was crappy. But I didn’t know what else to say. Telling her the truth just wasn’t an option. I don’t think Ava is a gossip, but I couldn’t chance her telling anyone. I knew Vaughn wouldn’t want news of what I had done to him traveling. With any normal person, something like that might end up on someone’s Facebook status for a good chuckle. But, for Vaughn, it would end up on the nightly news. The guy can’t take a crap without it being reported, and he’s had enough shit lately. He deserves a break.

I might think he’s a rude, obnoxious jerk, but I’m not out to hurt him.

Well, not any more than I have already done.

I still can’t believe what I did. I didn’t even tell Nick when he called last night, and I tell him everything. That tells you of my level of mortification.

Ava was surprised when I said Vaughn hadn’t turned up, said it wasn’t like him and that she’d call his assistant to rearrange the fitting.

I didn’t want her to call Alex, as he knew that Vaughn had shown up and it was me who was the problem. So, I told her not to bother, that I’d call him.

That’s why I now find myself having to call Alex again—not so I can go apologize to his boss again, but this time, to actually get these clothes fitted. That is, if Vaughn will actually let me anywhere near him. Good thing is, I have the fitting for the Armani pants, so I can adjust all his other pants in line with those. There’s only some shirts, a few vests, and several suit jackets for him to try on for me.

Part of me doesn’t ever want to see him again after yesterday. And not just because of the stabbing incident, but because of the whole cock-warmer thing.

I feel my cheeks start to heat with embarrassment at the memory.

He was totally right; it was a cock warmer.

Not that I’d ever admit that to him.

I just hadn’t thought of that when I was making it for him. I’d thought I was being helpful, and I’d wanted to make amends for hurting him.

But all that happened was, I ended up yelling at him again.

I’m surprised he didn’t have me fired after that. I would have had me fired. God knows what Millie did to get herself fired. I’ve stabbed the guy, yelled at him, and made him a warmer for his cock, and I still have a job.

God, yesterday was a total disaster.

I guess it’s true what they say; you should never meet your idol because your illusion just might be shattered.

I mean, Vaughn West wasn’t exactly my idol, more like a sexual fantasy, but whatever because, honestly, I wish I’d never met him.

I’ll never be able to imagine him in any other way than with a pin stuck in one of his balls now.

And he’s also a mean jerk.