Free Filthy Dirty Laundry (Filthy Dirty Laundry #1) by Kailin Gow

know what kind of food
Amy's Shitz-Zhu eats. “I hear he's one cocky son of a bitch, huh?”
              “Why do you say that?”
              “Nothing,” says Kiley.
“Just to assign you a story like that. What could you have done to be on his
shit list?”
              “I don't know,” I
admit. “Especially after he put me in the hospital. Even the lower level
staffers are getting...ordinary celeb stuff. Whose dating whom, etc, etc.”
              “At least you got
something...different?” Kiley tries to be helpful.
              “I'm not going to let
him break me,” I say. Saying it out loud makes me feel more determined. “I'm
going to get the best damn dog food story out there.”
              “What, you're going to
stalk her at Trader Joe's? I hear she hangs out there.” Kiley's been an
invaluable source more than a few times.        
              “Who knows when she'll
be going next?” I ask. “Maybe I should try and get into her kitchen.”
              “And how will you do
that?” Kiley asks.
              “We could pretend to be
plumbers? Or...do you know anyone who knows Amy?”
              “Everyone knows
everyone in this city,” says Kiley. “It's just a question of knowing who to
ask. And how. When's your deadline?”
              “I don't have one,” I
say. “But I know Philip, he likes things to be...punctual.”
              “Phii---lipp” Kiley
drags out the words. “He sounds like a real character. First he runs you over,
then he gives you shit assignments? What did you do ?”
              I decide not to mention
Kendall. Nobody would believe me even if I did say.
              “Not to mention – he's
got you running around like this, all flushed and sweaty and red – if I didn't
know better, I'd say you were...”
              “What?” Can she
tell, too?
              “Never mind,” Kiley says. “Just
that you seem out of breath.”
              I shrug off what she
says and head to my closet. I look at the clothes I have.
“Seductive...seductive...seductive...” I mutter. But nothing looks right. Black,
right? Little black dresses? Those are classic, standard? I have a black dress
that's ankle length. A little lace at the collar. That must be seductive. I
grab it and put it on. Add some cheap fake pearls. Put on some lip balm. I look
at myself in the mirror.
              “Seductive, huh,” I
mutter.
              I go back out to use
the hallway mirror, where there's more light.
              “Who died?” Kiley is
chewing gum loudly, popping bubbles at the kitchen counter.
              “What?”
              “Whose funeral are you
going to? In that dress and those flats – you look like you're going to bury
the dead.”
              “Oh,” I flush. “No. I
have a...”
              Date? Assignation?
Work assignment?
              “ I need something seductive,” I
admit sheepishly.
              “For a date?”
              “Not exactly.” My mind
searches for a lie. “For work.”
              “You want to wear
something seductive for this Philip guy?”
              “I'm going to a
nightclub where Amy's supposed to hang out,” I lie quickly. “Figure I might be
able to run into her that way and start a conversation about dogs...”
              “Clever,” Kiley raises
her eyebrows. “But not in that dress. She'll assume you're the maid or
something. Here, borrow something from me.”
              She goes into her room
and grabs a hot pink bodycon dress that looks more like a shirt.
              “Try this on.”
              She doesn't leave the
room. Clearly she expects me to change in front of her.
              “Um...okay.”
              I put it on. It