Passion.

Chapter 2

Lexi's POV -

It had been a while since Harriet had arrived and I told her all about my situation.

She decided that the job barely covered my bills so maybe it was time to look elsewhere.

A blessing in disguise is what she called it.

She also claimed that the boss was a pervert who didn't let us cover up during the harsh winters, which was true.

We concluded my rant with the obvious fact that I needed to job hunt.

She proposed we play a game of dares.

"Dares? Are we still 12?" I chuckled while scoffing my third slice of pepperoni pizza.

"No, we're not. But you're jobless and staring at that pizza like it's the love of your life. Sounds like a 12 year old to me." She laughed and I found myself doing the same.

"So, Lexi Honey Harper." She started.
"I dare you to—" She elongated the last syllable and deliberately teased me.

"Get on with it." I laughed lightly.

"I've got it!" She giggled.
"You should try out for some work at the club. I dare you to do it."

That wasn't what I expected — it sounded more like a great opportunity than a dare I'd decline.

What was the catch?

"Well, yeah I'll do it. But what if I don't like it?" I said scrunching my nose and raising both eyebrows.

"Think of it as a trial. Test the waters for a day and if you don't like it, then you don't need to officially work there." She smiled.

"I guess you're right. Okay, I'll do it." My furrowed brows resembled my inner conflict of thinking hard about my decision.

She squealed in excitement and reached for another slice of pizza.

There was no going back.

By early evening, we'd continued to gossip, watched a few movies and finished the last of our breakfast pizza together.

"Now, let's get ready to get drunk!" I said in excitement.

Harriet loudly cheered and ran for my forbidden closet.

The forbidden closet consisted of all types of scandalous clothing from lacy lingerie to figure hugging and skin tight dresses.

The clothes were totally out of my comfort zone and I was for once, willing to step out of it.

It seemed to be a different day in itself. From accepting a potential job offer, to now celebrating the proposal in skimpy clothing at a club.

I decided on a dress that stopped at mid thigh. It was black and fitted to absolute perfection. It accentuated my curves in all the right places.

It had embedded and simple detail around the waist region and long sleeves cuffing towards my wrists. It drank in all of my body a little too perfectly.

But the smile plastered across Harriet's face was enough to say that she was satisfied with my look. There was no changing it now.

I painted my nails white. I wore minimal and elegant makeup, but went heavier than usual on my eyes.

I did a smokey eye with little help from Harriet. This made the grey of my eyes pop against my honey skin.

Harri curled my chestnut hair that stopped above the low of my back and brushed through them gently, making them appear softer and natural.