Redhead Blitz by Janie Mason Read Free Book Online

come up with a couple designs, but if you have any ideas, I’d be interested in seeing them.”
    “If the design featured the Lion’s mascot rather than the football team, we could sell them for all the Fall sports: cross-country, soccer, golf, and football.”
    “That’s a good idea, but I’m not sure we have a large enough volunteer pool to staff a booth at all those events.”
    Gigi tapped her index finger on top of another stack of papers, grinning.   “I have all the new parent volunteer forms here, with a few trickling in every day.   I’d planned on updating the database tomorrow.   After that’s done, maybe I could work out a schedule.”
    What would work best for parents?   Her old friend, Jan, now a harried soccer mom, came to mind.   “Short shifts would allow busy parents to say yes, even if that means only selling during part of an event.”
    “Good thinking.   Sounds like it could work.   When you can, I’d like you to get started on that.   I have a stack of other things to deal with since I’ve been gone, so I also want you to get in touch with Tony.   Here’s his number.”   L.R. handed her a Post-it note.
    Gigi’s pulse did a little hop- skip -jump.   This woman already trusted her with such a large undertaking?   Her previous employers thought all she was capable of was brewing coffee, answering the telephone and looking pretty at a receptionist’s desk.  
    Before she could thank L.R. for her confidence, the principal barreled ahead.   “Bring me his designs when you get them.   And do you think you could come up with a flier to send home with the students?”
    “Of course.”   Enthusiasm fed Gigi’s confidence.   “Is there anything I should tell Mr. Matthews?”   She grabbed a pad of paper and began scribbling notes.
    “Al’s got a full plate right now and most of the work will to fall to you anyway.   Just keep him informed of what’s going on.”
    Gigi hummed with excitement.   “When would you like those designs?”
    “As soon as possible.   I know you have quite a bit to get in order here.”   L.R. looked at Gigi’s and Al’s desks and smiled.   “But it appears you’re well on your way.   See what you can do.”
    A good-natured challenge if she’d ever heard one.   Gigi felt more professional satisfaction than she could ever remember.   And she relished the feeling.   “I’ll give Mr. Walters a call and get back with you.”

    Sean closed his eyes, rested his forehead on his folded arms and granted himself a reprieve from the pathetic essay written by one of his first period students.   Had Tiffany read one page of her text or listened to any of his lectures on the Civil War?   From this drivel, it appeared that she’d watched Gone With The Wind and dedicated a full twenty minutes to writing her paper.
    He inhaled deeply to clear his head.   With that, the memory of Gigi’s scent crowded out his troubled thoughts and sent his mind wandering.   He pictured the way her emerald eyes lit up when she smiled.   The way her long red hair curled, almost reverently, around the mounds of her breasts.   How would those curls feel as he ran his fingers through them?   How would they feel waving against his skin as she rhythmically rode above him?
    To Sean, sex had always been a simple scratch to appease an itch, one easily seen to by any number of attractive women.   But for some unidentifiable reason, he suspected sex would be very different with Gigi .   The idea of being intimate with her and then moving on to someone else was difficult to imagine.   Not that he would find out firsthand.   He didn’t want to invite trouble from Al.   Gigi was off-limits as long as they both worked here.   And his social life was on hold until further notice anyway.
    Which was just as well.   He’d probably fall asleep on a bed partner immediately after coming.   Not the best way to impress the ladies.   Yet just thinking about Gigi had him in a