Night Shift (Daydreamers, #1)

by Annie Crown

I’m one big beacon of red lipstick and cleavage.

If he looks down, he’ll see straight into the plunging neckline of my borrowed bodysuit. If he looks up, he’ll see a double chin. Nothing about this is flattering or seductive, but it’s too late to back out

“We have to learn to speak each other’s language. Get to know each other, so we can pick up all the subtext and shit.”