Ava pulled on her jeans and grabbed her off the shoulder sweater from the back of the dressing room chair.
The f*****g boss! He’s the f*****g boss! My first kiss was with the bloody boss. What the f**k.
“Ava, can we talk?”
She stiffened at Thom's voice. She didn’t even hear the dressing room door open.
“Please, Ava. Just five minutes. Let me explain.”
His voice was pleading, almost pained. Ava threw the sweater over her head but didn’t turn around. “You have five minutes. Not a minute more,” she told him, stuffing her uniform onto a hanger.
“I should have told you who I was. You thought I was a customer and I should have corrected you. I’m sorry, Ava. Can we start again?”
She had thought he was a customer. He was right. She had gotten hot and bothered over a customer and broken G
