Untaming Lily Wilde Read Free

bed shivering for a while, wondering at what point in her suddenly choc-a-bloc schedule she would begin her 'sexual awakening'. The whole idea was beginning to feel a bit pathetic. A desperate attempt to put a positive spin on a miserable reality.
    Lily slept through her alarm and was woken by a text at 8.35am. With much tripping and swearing, she hurricaned through the morning routine and pinned her eternally tussled auburn locks into a messy up-do. By 8:50am, she was waiting for the District line at Whitechapel Station, and by 9:05am, she was escaping the crowds at Monument, then falling into Cayley's office, rosy cheeked and in dire need of caffeine. Cayley, on the other hand was the very personification of cool efficiency; unruffled and demure, with perfect posture, sitting at her well tended desk. A ballet dancer in a tailored two-piece. She glanced up from her notes to offer Lily a look of well-meant pity.
    "Oh sweety, is everything alright?"
    "Uh-huh, why? ...Oh, you mean the hair?" She reached back and fussed self-consciously with her grips. All things considered, Lily thought she was doing pretty well. She reminded herself that she'd never be as glamorous as Cayley, and resolved to give herself a break.
    "No, no darling, not the hair. Well, not really. But let’s book in with my beautician this afternoon, once we've done all the prep. We'll have a good couple of hours to kill before things kick off. Say you'll do it. My treat? We’re going to have so much fun working together - I just know it! And this girls’ night out is bound to be a hoot. I can’t wait!"
    “Girls’ night? Huh?! Do I know about this?” Lily’s head pulsed a dull ache. She really needed that coffee.
    Cayley, rolled her eyes. “You should know. Emma said she’d text you, that you’d definitely be up for it. Guess she forgot. Why am I not surprised?!” Oh yes, this sounded like the old Cayley.
    Lily shook herself. “No, wait,” She grabbed her phone from her coat pocket and opened the text which, thank heavens, had just about got her to work in time. “Here it is: Drinks, dance, danger (kidding) with me and Cayley this Sat or next (?) Ur coming! I just hadn’t read it. Oh stop with the pity looks, I just overslept!”
    “Fine. But you’ll come won’t you? It’ll be like old times - but with better shoes,” Cayley winked, and resisted glancing at Lily’s worn out flats, a kindness that didn’t go unnoticed.
    Lily thought of the whole Year-of-Sexual-Shenanigans thing and wanted to run for the hills. What on earth had she been thinking?! However, buried beneath the embarrassment, a small (and steadily shrinking) part of her wondered if this wasn’t just fear of the unknown? D idn't her diary deserve at least one semi-kinky adventure? And how was that ever going to happen if she spend her life shuffling between work and home?
    "Sure, count me in,” she said, with a confidence she hoped at least sounded genuine, “But next Saturday, not this one. My feet need to touch the floor at some point this week."
    "Great," Cayley grinned, "Right then darling, back to business I'm afraid. They're expecting us at The Ellington for half 11. You'll need to make sure the caterers are up to speed. I may have to delegate tasks to you here and there but for the most part you can just watch and learn. We've got a great relationship with the client; Harper Cane Legal have been using us for years, and this should be a pretty straight forward affair so let’s just try to project professional confidence. You'll be great. I'll phone the beautician."
    "Better had," mumbled Lily.
    "That's the spirit!"
    Cayley had been right. Prep was reasonably straight forward, bar a hiccup with the florist, and once Lily had gotten her head around who was doing what and when, the idea of co-choreographing the law firm's anniversary dinner seemed almost manageable.
    The girls had spent the following two hours being waxed, plucked, moisturized, manicured, pedicured,