Chapter Thirty

I get Melody to school late, but not as late as yesterday, and weirdly, the stars must have aligned to present me with no traffic between her school and work. Meaning I walk through the doors with only a five-minute tardiness to my name today.

Cassidy's there, of course, sitting with Hannah as she stares at the doors waiting for—me. She stands immediately at my presence, looking down only briefly at the watch on her otherwise bare wrist.

She's dressed in a dress today, something that I believe Melody owns, a pinafore; I do think it's called.

It's black and hugs her curves... her breasts, those hips.

Clinging its way down to her tight adorned legs that seem to last forever with the aid of those stilettos.

She clears her throat, bringing me crashing down to reality.

"You have the code, no? Why are you waiting for me down here again?" I ask angrily, my night's lack of sleep still making me cranky. Or is it the fact I was just caught checking her out?

"That is not my office; I'm a temp