Eve's Evolution (Erotic Secrets No. 1) by Olympia Charbonneau
Authors: Olympia Charbonneau
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Chapter 1
Evelyn Deuchar felt oddly at home surrounded by the nubby, gray wall covering of her cubicle, comfy even, but bored to the core of her being if she spent another week grinding away at the firm’s accounts. As a newly minted Agency Account Manager, she was doing her old job, Agency Account Coordinator, and the job of her friend who they’d laid off. She was doing it for the low, low price of…the same salary as a Coordinator. Eve spent about fifty-five hours a week at Art Marketing, Inc.’s smaller Washington, D.C. office. Their New York home office was where most of the big business was done, but she preferred the lower profile office where she had more contact with the artists. She often spent even more hours working at home. With her promotion, you could add the metro, taxis, the gym, and possibly shaving off two or three hours of sleep to try and fit in her new duties.
“Want to go somewhere new this weekend Eve?” Jen, the office assistant, was Eve’s sole friend in the hyper-competitive office. Jen buffed a nail and looked around to make sure their boss wasn’t lurking nearby.
“Mmm, depends. Where? I have a lot to do,” Eve said. A pile of papers on her desk shifted suddenly and dumped itself unceremoniously onto the floor just as her boss walked by.
“Nice Evelyn...” her boss, Geoff Smyth, laughed. He breezed by her cubicle with an Account Executive and his assistant nearly running to keep up with him.
Jen began to laugh and quickly clapped her hand over her mouth. “Smyth…yuck! Who’s named Smyth?” Jen whispered. She started to tear up and shake with laughter. She held out her hand to stop herself and took a deep breath to reign her composure in. “Anyway, weren’t you supposed to get an assistant with the promotion?”
“Yeah, well, it turns out my promotion was a title promotion. No money, no help, more work, and a nice, shiny, new title.” Eve was proud, but exhausted. That pair of Louboutins were calling her name; her reward for her new promotion even though it would put her in the hole for the month and make her really, really late on next month’s rent. “I’m going to Neiman Marcus on Wisconsin Avenue this weekend to get my reward Louboutins—if you want to do some dying-with-envy faux shopping I’d love some company.”
Jen wriggled her eyebrows together trying to call the Metro system map to mind. “That’s the Friendship Heights Metro stop, red line, right?”
“Yeah, you there?”
“Definitely down for some drooling…broke until payday, so why not?”
“Okay, don’t forget it’s the Shady Grove end-of-the-line. Last time you ended up way out in the burbs in Maryland.” Eve hoped she wouldn’t be on the cell phone half an hour guiding the newbie to the right stop like last weekend.
Jennifer Grant was a recent transplant from Ohio and thrilled to finally be in a big city. She graduated from Ohio State on scholarship in Marketing, and was looking to get her MBA soon. Eve knew she’d be a success once the Midwestern shine wore off. Jen was definitely a sharp girl and very sweet, so Eve had taken her under her wing at Art Marketing, Inc. because you never knew who could save your ass in the new economy.
* * * *
Jen emerged from the Friendship Heights station all smiles. “Did it!”
“Nice job, no suburbs!”
“So, Evelyn,” Jen said, “are you seeing anyone?”
“Oh no, no, no. Not another set-up. No thanks, I mean thanks but no thanks.”
“Oh c’mon the last guy was a dud, I know...too short right?”
“Well, that and his mommy issues. Really, if you want to spend the whole date talking about how much you love your mother...maybe you should be on the date with her!” Eve’s luck was poor at best with blind dates. She didn’t know anyone with good luck on them. Being set-up by a kid, in her eyes, was pathetic. “You can stop trying, really. The next time you run across someone, snag him for yourself, okay?”
“Evelyn,
Evelyn Deuchar felt oddly at home surrounded by the nubby, gray wall covering of her cubicle, comfy even, but bored to the core of her being if she spent another week grinding away at the firm’s accounts. As a newly minted Agency Account Manager, she was doing her old job, Agency Account Coordinator, and the job of her friend who they’d laid off. She was doing it for the low, low price of…the same salary as a Coordinator. Eve spent about fifty-five hours a week at Art Marketing, Inc.’s smaller Washington, D.C. office. Their New York home office was where most of the big business was done, but she preferred the lower profile office where she had more contact with the artists. She often spent even more hours working at home. With her promotion, you could add the metro, taxis, the gym, and possibly shaving off two or three hours of sleep to try and fit in her new duties.
“Want to go somewhere new this weekend Eve?” Jen, the office assistant, was Eve’s sole friend in the hyper-competitive office. Jen buffed a nail and looked around to make sure their boss wasn’t lurking nearby.
“Mmm, depends. Where? I have a lot to do,” Eve said. A pile of papers on her desk shifted suddenly and dumped itself unceremoniously onto the floor just as her boss walked by.
“Nice Evelyn...” her boss, Geoff Smyth, laughed. He breezed by her cubicle with an Account Executive and his assistant nearly running to keep up with him.
Jen began to laugh and quickly clapped her hand over her mouth. “Smyth…yuck! Who’s named Smyth?” Jen whispered. She started to tear up and shake with laughter. She held out her hand to stop herself and took a deep breath to reign her composure in. “Anyway, weren’t you supposed to get an assistant with the promotion?”
“Yeah, well, it turns out my promotion was a title promotion. No money, no help, more work, and a nice, shiny, new title.” Eve was proud, but exhausted. That pair of Louboutins were calling her name; her reward for her new promotion even though it would put her in the hole for the month and make her really, really late on next month’s rent. “I’m going to Neiman Marcus on Wisconsin Avenue this weekend to get my reward Louboutins—if you want to do some dying-with-envy faux shopping I’d love some company.”
Jen wriggled her eyebrows together trying to call the Metro system map to mind. “That’s the Friendship Heights Metro stop, red line, right?”
“Yeah, you there?”
“Definitely down for some drooling…broke until payday, so why not?”
“Okay, don’t forget it’s the Shady Grove end-of-the-line. Last time you ended up way out in the burbs in Maryland.” Eve hoped she wouldn’t be on the cell phone half an hour guiding the newbie to the right stop like last weekend.
Jennifer Grant was a recent transplant from Ohio and thrilled to finally be in a big city. She graduated from Ohio State on scholarship in Marketing, and was looking to get her MBA soon. Eve knew she’d be a success once the Midwestern shine wore off. Jen was definitely a sharp girl and very sweet, so Eve had taken her under her wing at Art Marketing, Inc. because you never knew who could save your ass in the new economy.
* * * *
Jen emerged from the Friendship Heights station all smiles. “Did it!”
“Nice job, no suburbs!”
“So, Evelyn,” Jen said, “are you seeing anyone?”
“Oh no, no, no. Not another set-up. No thanks, I mean thanks but no thanks.”
“Oh c’mon the last guy was a dud, I know...too short right?”
“Well, that and his mommy issues. Really, if you want to spend the whole date talking about how much you love your mother...maybe you should be on the date with her!” Eve’s luck was poor at best with blind dates. She didn’t know anyone with good luck on them. Being set-up by a kid, in her eyes, was pathetic. “You can stop trying, really. The next time you run across someone, snag him for yourself, okay?”
“Evelyn,
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