Page 17 of See Me

“Thatguywas a regular. He comes in every week with a group. It’s steady revenue.”

“So, what, I should’ve sat on his lap?”

He narrows his eyes and studies my shocked expression. “He probably would’ve tipped well.”

“You’re unbelievable. Is that howyoutreat women? You really are stuck in another decade with your archaic neanderthal bullshit.” I mutter under my breath, “paper flipping applications.”

He stands to his full height and I straighten my spine against the wall, trying to appear taller than my frame would ever allow. He puts an arm above my shoulder and leans down close. “Is that what you want to know? How I treat women?”

I risk a glance at his eyes and they’re almost black, only a shade of difference in his pupils. My gaze travels to his lips and he grins just a little.

I lick my lips. “No, no, that’s not what I meant.”

“Let me tell you,Princess, I’m no sweet dream but I can give you a helluva good night. Don’t get confused though, I will bend you over my desk and bury my cock so deep inside you, you won’t remember your name, and then I’ll never think about you again. That’s how I treat women.”

I take in a shaky breath and look up into his eyes. He’s focused on my lips and his heart hammers a mile a minute in his neck. I drop my gaze to the floor but can’t stop the slow perusal of his body so close to mine. My head is dizzy and my body sparks to life. I see the bulge in his pants and smile.

I grin. “Looks like someone’s happy you hired me.”

He swallows hard. “My body might like your body, but the minute you open your mouth, you ruin it.”

I roll my eyes and scoff. “You’re a dick.”

He leans down and takes a deep inhale when he gets close to my ear. “Get. Out.” He pushes off the wall and goes back behind his desk. “Shut the door behind you.”

I slam the door behind me and grit my teeth all the way to the locker room. I throw my purse in and slam that shut too. Why do I even try? I shouldn’t let him get to me. And it would be great if my stupid body can get on the same page as my brain.

We do not like him.

My clit beats out its disagreement like a damn drumline. Yes, it’s been a while but we have standards. Neanderthal assholes don’t make the cut.

I need to stop cursing! Fuck.

I fluff up my hair and dust myself off. Let’s just get through this day and figure out how I’m going to sneak into this place tonight. I left the girls with hugs, false confidence, and my entire life packed in the back of my car. I either swipe a key to this place, find a way to leave a door unlocked, or sleep in my car tonight.

I leave the locker room and find Enzo weaving Christmas lights in the liquor bottles behind the bar.

“Festive,” I deadpan.

He glances up with a smirk. “Don’t like Christmas, Little Miss Door Slammer?”

“You heard that, huh?”

“It made all the bottles rattle. You hiding some muscles in that little body of yours?”

I lean my elbows on the bar and rub my hands up and down my face, blowing out a breath through puffedcheeks.

“Don’t let him get to you. He’s unmatched at riling people up. It’s kind of his thing.”

“Why though? I went in to thank him for sticking up for me and he pretty much blamed the whole thing on me.”

“Well…”

“Well, what?” I point to my chest. “You think that was my fault?”

He tsks. “I told you it would blow up.”

“So, I deserved his hands around my throat?”

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