Free Stolen (The Madame X School of Sex) by Jinx Jamison Page A

ask you out?” Anya reached over and pulled the clip from Casey’s hair. The long, brown strands tumbled over her shoulders.
“Hey!” Casey tried unsuccessfully to grab it back before giving up and twirling her hair into a low bun. She secured it with a rubber band. “I am not afraid of anything.”
There’s no reason to fear something that could never happen. Andre Lavin asking me out is about as likely as a spaceship full of Martians landing on the lawn outside.
“I just hate having my hair all over the place. Some of us are trying to be professional.” Casey focused on typing up a memo. Maybe if she just pretended Anya wasn’t there the other woman would give up and leave her alone.
“You’re trying to be invisible. Besides, you know very well I’m talking about more than just your hair.” Anya pulled Casey to her feet and surveyed her from head to foot.
“If you would take the granny bun down and lose those outdated clothes you would actually be hot. And of course get a better bra.” She cupped Casey’s breasts, pushing them up higher on her chest.
Casey stood stunned for a moment before jumping back so fast she bumped into the filing cabinet. “Anya! What are you doing? Are you feeling me up?”
“Don’t complain. This is probably more action than you’ve had in months.” Grinning triumphantly, Anya crossed her arms. “I knew you had a good figure under those shapeless clothes. If I had a perky rack like that I would just walk around in nothing but a bra all day.”
Casey laughed despite herself and plopped back down in her chair. “It’s official. You are truly insane, you know that?”
“I may be crazy but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong.” Anya reached around her and hit the red button on the multi-line phone that sent all calls to the recorded greeting.
“What are you doing?”
“I am going to help you. And you are not going to say no. Think of me as your fairy godmother.” Anya grabbed Casey’s hands and pulled her up, a wicked gleam in her blue eyes. “We don’t have time to really shop the way I want over lunch break but we can at least get you some new makeup or something. I’ll get one of the other assistants to cover the phones.”
“Oh no. I don’t like where this is going,” Casey groaned. She’d learned the hard way that when Anya got in one of her moods it was best not to fight it. She was like a tornado. You either took cover or let yourself get swept up in the chaos and hoped for a gentle landing.
Besides, it was probably better if she wasn’t here when Andre finished his meeting. He would come over to say hello and she’d inevitably do something ridiculous or embarrassing. So far, he seemed to think she was just clumsy. If he ever figured out the real reason Casey was so awkward around him he’d run the other direction.
Or worse, feel sorry for her.
“Let’s go shopping on Sunday. I assume you already have a dress for the Preview Gala?” Casey nodded reluctantly. Normally she avoided social events like the plague but the company’s annual meeting was mandatory, even for nobodies like her. She could only hope she didn’t trip over her own feet or worse be forced out on the dance floor. Parties were only fun for social butterflies like Anya.
For shy, awkward people like her, they were a special brand of torture.
“Well, after the Gala is over we’ll go shopping for your new wardrobe. No more bulky sweaters and dowdy skirts. We have to play up your assets.” Anya rubbed her hands together gleefully.
“Am I going to regret this?” Casey crossed her arms over her chest. Images of her dressed in revealing club clothes floated through her mind. The other woman had great taste but she was much more outgoing. Anya wouldn’t be uncomfortable in a skintight miniskirt or a blouse that showed a ton of cleavage but those things were Casey’s worst nightmare.
Anya pushed her lips out into an exaggerated pout. “Have a little faith. I know what I’m doing. Besides,