Hate the One You Lust

Willow Aster & Laura Pavlov

Chapter 1

Mazie

Why did I select to stroll to work immediately of all days? The rain begins about 4 blocks in, and it’s already gone from a mist to regular, fats drops. I wasn’t within the temper for the bus immediately, however that was a mistake. I’m simply glad my hair is considerably tamed in a messy bun on prime of my head. I pause on the nook, able to cross the road, after I see a shocking man braking on the cease signal. His Jag is unquestionably price greater than I make in a yr, however then he makes eye contact with me, and I neglect about his fancy automobile. My ovaries squeeze when he offers me an appreciative look. Even from right here, I can see his bluer-than-blue eyes and his white enamel, his hair wanting completely tuggable.

The automobile behind him honks and he grins at me, making a face like Oops, caught me.

I grin again. I don’t usually recognize being gawked at, however since I’m gawking proper again at him, I don’t thoughts one bit.

However then he rolls ahead, albeit slower than he must be, contemplating the impatient man behind him, and in some way, in sluggish movement, his automobile makes contact with the most important puddle identified to man. I don’t even know the way it’s potential because it hasn’t been raining all that lengthy.

It’s like a small swimming pool of water pours over me.

Throughout my new white yoga outfit.

I shudder and look at him, and his eyes are extensive and horrified as he takes in my—I look down, and yep, they’re standing loud and proud—nipples on this drenched, white skintight prime, and he books it out of there.

I do suppose he may’ve yelled Sorry out his window, however that’s too little too late.

Okay, Mr. Jag Hag.

He might’ve a minimum of stopped and supplied a extra heartfelt apology than yelling one thing out his window that I couldn’t even hear very nicely.

I’m fuming and don’t have sufficient time to show round and go residence to vary. I stroll quicker towards the studio, hoping I a minimum of have sufficient time to face beneath the dryer within the toilet to cover the nip scenario.

Once I not far away and hightail it into Nook Pilates, I put my hand over my chest and wave at Alicia, the receptionist. Her eyes widen when she takes me in.

“I do know it’s dangerous. You don’t occur to have an additional shirt, do you?” I ask.

“No, however take one from the store. Jenny will perceive,” Alicia says.

We alternate a glance. Jenny will perceive all proper, more than likely after she deducts the price of no matter I pick to put on from my paycheck. It doesn’t matter that I’ve been an teacher right here for the previous six months, Jenny is a stickler. I can’t blame her—I’d most likely be specific if I owned my very own enterprise too.

I am going to the toilet simply to see how dangerous my outfit is and it’s past standing beneath the dryer, so I am going to the store and seize an outfit, desirous to cry on the chunk of change that is going to set me again. And cursing Jag Hag each step of the best way.

I’m presentable sufficient after I step into the studio and smile as my regulars trickle in. Two of my favorites stroll in, Mya and Emma, and I wave at them, laughing as Emma frowns after they have to face within the again. I’m attempting desperately to shake off the temper I’m in and as we get began, someplace between single leg stretches and again extensions, I’m respiration simpler.

I barely consider Jag Hag till I’m strolling residence that night and taking a look at each fancy automobile that passes, questioning if I’ll see him once more. I don’t. Which is clearly for the most effective. There’s no telling the chewing out I’d give him after this lengthy day.

Jenny did deduct the outfit from my pay, even with Alicia filling her in on my run-in with the puddle.

Once I step inside my condominium, I sag in opposition to the door and shut my eyes. I normally come residence from a day of instructing pleasantly exhausted however relaxed. Tonight, I really feel something however.

My telephone buzzes in my backpack and I attain for it, glancing right down to see my mother’s face brighten up the telephone display screen.

“Hello, Mama,” I say, pushing off the door and heading towards my laundry room, often known as a closet. That is New York Metropolis, not Knotty Pines, Iowa, the place I grew up. Again residence you could have a correct laundry room, whereas now I’ve a stackable washer and dryer tucked behind a door subsequent to my bed room.

Hey, the bagels are a lot better right here. There are Broadway reveals and infinite alternatives. I wished to get away and unfold my wings, so I’ll commerce all of it, even when it means having a tiny laundry room/closet.

“How was your day? Did you hear from anybody?” she asks.

I graduated from NYU nearly 4 months in the past. I’ve been ready tables on the nook diner since I began school, and I added in instructing Pilates when my pupil mortgage payments began arriving.

I want a job. A a lot better-paying job.

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