Hannah

"So you'll be here around five, right?" I asked Jules over the phone.

I was in a cab on my way home. We had a lot to talk about and today I had finally told her what I thought and forced her to tell me the truth.

This was the first time she had listened to someone besides her parents, and she barely did that. I think she most agreed because she felt bad. But I didn't care. I just needed to talk to my best friend.

"Yes, I will be there by five or like five five- fifteen. Either way, I'll be there soon."

"Promise?"

"Yes, Hannah I promise. I'm never going to leave you hanging again, okay? I have to go. I will let you know when I'm here, or I'll probably just walk in without warning. "

Yep, she wasn't going to tell me and was definitely just going to walk in suddenly, as usual.

When I arrive home, I pay the cab driver and run inside. Checking the clock in the kitchen, I see it is only four. With this knowledge, I decide to eat something and take a shower before Jules showed up.

While I was in the shower, I kept reminiscing about everything that had happened today. I did not think the day would go like this when I woke up this morning, that's for sure. I assumed he would fire me, not turn me on.

The first time I apologized, he had looked at me like he wanted to end my life right then and there. It was as if I saw fire form in his eyes. Before I knew it, I was grabbing his tie and saying things I wouldn't ever imagine saying. All I was thinking was how much I needed to get the hell away from this gorgeous man before I would explode. He made me say and feel things that weren't me at all in only meeting a short time ago.

But, per usual, I force those thoughts away and get out of the shower. Jules and I weren't going anywhere, so I only put my hair in what I call a bun but looks nothing like one, an over- sized shirt and blue sweatpants. Walking downstairs I figure I could watch at least an episode of Euphoria before Jules came, but just as I am about to turn the television, the door busts open.

Jules walks in wearing a light pink dress that reached her thigh. With matching heels and her hair in a sleek ponytail.

"Hey, hey, hey!'' she yells, running to me and dropping her bag next to the door.

"Hey, long time no see." I reply. I embrace the hug she gives me but quickly break out, not wanting to waste anytime with small talk.

I wanted to know why she was acting so strange around that David guy and where she had been all that time. I was practically burning with curiosity as we sat on the couch.

"Talk. I need to know everything. From the second day of my job, at the club, everything."

She sighs before replying, "Alright look when I tell you this, you can't tell anyone else got it? Like anyone. Not even that creepy teddy bear in your room, okay?"

I nod, "Of course. You know I don't have any other friends anyway."

"Okay, so after I dropped you off at work the first day, my schedule was free, so I decided to go out until you came home. I went to the bar, had a drink and that's when I saw David."

She sits back, getting comfortable on the couch. "Him and I had met in court. He was cute, but it's not like I would ever see him again. He was the prosecutor, and I was the lawyer. But when I saw him at the bar, I just couldn't take my eyes off him. So when he walked over, it instantly became intense. I flirted, he flirted. 'Accidental' touches. One thing led to another and by the time I woke up the next morning, I was in his bed. We continued to see each other on a friends-with-benefits kind of thing. It was perfect for me, so I agreed.

She sighs again and I lean forward as she continues, "It was going well until we saw him and your boss at the club. After that night, I haven't seen or spoken to him since. I told him we weren't going to keep doing this unless I told you. So there, that's it. It's all out,"

After a minute of silence, I smile and shake my head. "I knew it. I freaking knew it. Brick called it."

"Brick? Who is brick? And what do you mean you knew?"

I have to stop saying his nickname out loud.

"Brick is Mr. Capone. I kind of nicknamed him that after he bumped into me because I had thought he was a brick wall. Corny, I know.

Jules gasps and says, "Tell me everything, now."

I knew I had to. It wasn't like she was going to just drop the subject. And I desperately needed to get this off my chest.

"That day we went shopping. After you left I was going to get something for lunch. But while I was trying to, I bumped into Mr. Capone, who I thought was a wall at first. I dropped my stuff, and he started helping me pick them up. I accidentally drop my lingerie I had gotten, and he picks it up. Like the idiot I am, I only ran away.

I sit back, taking a breath before speaking again, "So then, when I go to work, he turns out to be my boss. For the first two weeks, I figured he didn't remember me and had just left the lingerie there or thrown them away. But then we see him and the club with David and I figure out he remembers me. When you and his friend ditch us, he leaves and I kind of get a little drunk. Okay, maybe a lot of drunk. Anyway, long story short, I embarrassed myself, he got mad and after avoiding him, he kisses me today."

Relief washes over me after I say this. Like a fifty pound weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

Jules stands up and smiles happily. Walking around the living room, she says, "Oh my fucking gosh. You've got a crush. I can already picture the wedding. It's going to be so magical. And we're definitely naming your baby after me unless it's a boy. If it's a boy, were g-"

"Woah, slow down there, Jules. I don't have a crush on him. I could never. it would be so wrong.

Right? Yes, it would be horrible.

"Oh, come on, you totally do. You were blushing through the whole story, girl."

"No, I wasn't. And I'm not crushing on him. I just find him slightly attractive, that's all."

She rolls her eyes. "I'll get you to admit it someday. But right now we have more important matters."

I furrow my eyebrows, and reply, "What do you mean? That's literally all we had planned."

"Well not anymore. We have to get you trained immediately."

"Trained? Jules, what the hell are you talking about?"

She doesn't answer, only walking away with a smirk and I see her go into my room.

"Jules, what are you planning? Whatever it is, I don't like it. Not one bit. You have that evil smirk that you always make when you're about to do something incredibly stupid. Tell me!" I shout, jogging after her in fear of what she will do and oddly a little excited.

"Well, since you are 'Slightly attractive' to him, I figure why not play a game of seduction, yeah?"

"Seduction? What do you mean by that?"

"Okay, I know how much of a goodie two shoes you are, so there would be no way you would just be down for a classic hook up."

"Hey, I am not a goodie two shoes. I would definitely be up for a hookup. He just wouldn't want to with me. Look at me, I'm a freaking frog compared to the women he would go for. He probably goes for models and lawyers like you. Besides, I can't sleep with my boss, anyway."

"Then why don't we test that? You're going to seduce him. You'll wear sexy clothes. And you'll do small things to try to see how he reacts. For example, dropping something in front of him. Or when you're leaning over, 'accidentally' give him a view of your boobs. If he reacts like he is wants to take you right then and there, you've got your answer."

To be honest, I kind of liked this extremely stupid idea. Oh, who am I kidding? I loved this extremely stupid idea! It was perfect.

I stay quiet for a while to try to seem as if I was really thinking about it. After a moment I respond, "Fine I'll do it."

Jules looks at me, surprised. "You actually said yes?"

"Yeah. I need to try some new things in my life, anyway. Why not start of strong? But what will I be doing while you're buying the stuff? That could take hours. You shop for a long time, you know."

"Oh, girl I already have them."

I blink slowly, surprised at how much thought she had already put into this. "Wow, okay. I see you have thought about this already."

"They'll be here soon."

After she says this, she begins looking at my clothes and checking my sizes. After around fifteen minutes, there is a knock at the door and many people come inside the house with multiple bags. They leave almost as soon as they had arrived.

About three hours later, I have tried on everything. They were all way out of my comfort zone, but I would have to deal with it.

"I think you're ready, girl. My little depressed baby is now a whore." She says proudly.

We were sitting back on the couch and Jules had just finished telling me all the tricks and things I needed to know in order for this to work.

I hit her head, "I am not a whore." I reply, offended.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say."

"Alright. I'm going to go to bed." I yawn and get up from the sofa.

"Love you. Goodnight." Jules replies, following my actions.

"Goodnight." I say, already walking to my room.

I take a quick shower, wash my face and clean a little before laying down.

I am so not ready for tomorrow.