CHAPTER 7
“Then after lunch, we drove back to the company and I spent the rest of the long, boring hours doing nothing,” I finished retelling my story, noting Greta was staring at me with a wildly amused expression.
“What?”
“I just can’t get over the fact that you had a one-night stand with your own boss. It must been very good s*x for him to hire you,” She chuckled.
“No. I didn’t get the job because I had s*x with him. Unless of course you missed the part where said, I didn’t even know who he was that night,” I denied defiantly.
“Right, as if there is anyone in LA who wouldn’t recognize Devon Wells, even with a blindfold on,” She dismissed my claim.
“You know I’m not a celebrity hype girl unless of course, it’s a extremely gorgeous actor. But seriously Greta, I swea
