Chapter 13

The way he looks deep into my soul tells me that he isn’t messing around with this. I push down the urge to laugh at his ridiculousness, but instead, I keep my cool, adjusting how I am sitting to show more leg and cleavage and plaster on a sexy smile of indifference. Ignoring the tension building in the air and the hint of atmosphere because this is going in a direction I am not happy with.

“You said you don’t want to have sex with me, but it sounds like you’re shelving me as yours regardless. I’m not playing ball! You can’t tell me who I can screw while I am to live a celibate life in a room next to you banging God knows who.” Anger erupts, even though I am trying to keep my cool, and the edge to my snappy tone makes him narrow his gaze on me. He instantly becomes much more intimidating with practically zero change in his face.

“Yes, I can. In this business, what you do reflects on me. You’re being given responsibility, and access to powerful people, and who you fuck me