My Sister's Shoes (Little Black Box, Book 1) by Cherrie Mack Read Free Book Online Page A

cool off. “What do you mean?”
    “Well, if your intention is to win the heart of Mr. Zach Brady, then you better get used to wearing one.”
    “Is that some kind of joke? Because he certainly isn’t ugly. Far from it.”
    He chuckled. “I guess he’s okay-looking if you like that type.”
    “What type is that?”
    “The pretty-boy type. All around mister perfect.”
    “Jealous are you? Because you two are complete opposites. And yeah, I guess he is my type.” Her sarcasm returned.
    He slammed the lockers shut one by one and approached the counter where she still perched on the edge. “He likes kink, Allie. Lots of it. So get ready because you’ll need to let him know that you’d be a willing participant in his sexual tastes. Are you prepared to do that?” He was acting belligerent and pompous.
    “Are you kidding? I love kink. All sorts of kink. Why, in high school I was named most likely to be kinky.”
    “Now you’re just being ridiculous.”
    “Call it what you will. But thanks for the heads up. When I get home, I’ll dust off my fur handcuffs.”
    “Yeah? Well make sure you get a good night’s sleep because your dream man is a runner, and tomorrow morning at six you and I are going for a nice looong jog.”
    “Hey.” She jumped down off the counter. “You’re supposed to do what makes me happy. Sleeping late makes me happy.”
    “No. Snagging Zach and watching your stepsister grovel is what you’re after, is it not?”
    She squared her shoulders. “It is.”
    “Good. Just making sure.”
    As they walked out into the night, Allie fumed. How did she go from wanting to kiss him to wanting to punch him? And he seemed just as angry as she was. She calmed herself. “Angelo?”
    “What?” he said, his annoyance apparent.
    She was ready to offer him the truth about her kinky side, which was practically nonexistent, but his response was so snippy she changed the subject. “What is your real name?”
    Angelo stopped and looked at her. “Six a.m. Don’t oversleep.” And then he was gone.
    *
    Angelo followed Allie home from afar. He hated himself for falling for her. He’d come so close to kissing her but stopped himself. He knew someone like him could never be with someone like her. She was too angry at the world. Completing this assignment offered him another chance. He must put Allie and Zach together even though it would kill him emotionally. If he didn’t put them together, it would kill him physically. Being a fairy godmother really sucks .

Chapter 7
    Allie felt her grogginess lift as bits and pieces of reality tugged at her brain with the reminder that it was morning. Feeling warm as she hunkered down under the covers, she dozed. The thought of going outside made her shiver under her blankets. She wanted to stay right where she was. Suddenly, she was jerked awake at the sound of her alarm blaring in her darkened room. Allie reached over and angrily clicked off the hideous sound and fell back on her bed.
    When a thought of Angelo lying beside her weaseled its way into her mind, she pulled back the covers, allowing the cool air to blanket her body. It was a poor attempt to alleviate the memory of the night before, but she managed to drag herself from her bed anyway. Didn’t I want to run? Or was it because Adrienne did? Allie found herself examining some of her behaviors as of late. She didn’t like her conclusion, so she wiped it from her mind.
    Sitting at the kitchen table, she mindlessly popped a few grapes into her mouth while she over-thought her life. She had a fairy godmother, and even that wasn’t working out for her. Why couldn’t he just fix what was wrong? And why was she thinking about Angelo more than Zach? She sipped her mint tea, hoping it would wake her out of her haze of irritability.
    Allie wore a black running suit and a thermal long-sleeve shirt underneath to ward off the cold. She silently compared herself to Adrienne, as she often did. The thoughts made her angry.