“I’m not dressed appropriately, and I don’t have my resume.”
“Cin, you shouldn’t pass up this opportunity,” Adrian chimes in.
“Your outfit won’t be a problem and you can email your resume later,” Art says.
“Okay,” I agree reluctantly. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Since you’ve been such a good friend, I’m glad to rearrange my schedule just for you.”
I’ll work for you when hell freezes over, asshole. I’ll come clean to Adrian about my past with Art before he fills his head with lies.
I walk the perimeter of the pool under the guise of watching Mason swim, but my attention is really on Cin. She effortlessly propels herself across the surface of the water. As she swims, the tattoo on the back of her left shoulder mocks me. It signifies my exoneration from my own personal hell, but the freedom I achieved was only a camouflage, releasing me into a bigger birdcage. I want to cut it from her flesh. I nearly lost my damn mind after catching a glimpse of her bikini-clad body when she left the changing room. Everything about her is fucking perfect, from her small delicate feet to her slightly rounded hips, juicy tits, firm thighs, and soft ass. It took every ounce of my willpower not to throw her to the floor and fuck her like a savage caveman. I would’ve laid the world at her feet had she not betrayed me. My dick twitches as I imagine pushing into her tight heat. I never wanted to fuck a woman so badly in my life. I head to my office to wait for her. There’s no doubt in my mind I’ll be riding Cin hard tonight.
My frayed nerves are stretched taut as I stand in front of Art’s office door.
You can do this. Go in there and tell him to fuck off.
I count to twenty, steeling myself before knocking.
“Come in.”
I enter hell to find the devil sitting behind a large wooden desk.
“I was wondering how long you planned to stand out there.”
Art’s roaming eyes make me feel exposed though I have on my standard baggy shorts and T-shirt.
“I was hoping you’d keep on your bikini for the interview.” He motions his hand towards a chair. “Please have a seat.”
“Cut the shit. You know damn well I would never work for you.” I close the door but stay where I am.
“Sit the fuck down.”
“No. Tell me what your angle is,” I demand.
“Does your boyfriend know you’re a backstabbing slut?”
“I own cheating on Trevor with you, but I never exposed your secret to anyone!” I’m tired of sounding like a broken record.
“I should rip your lying tongue from your fucking mouth,” he says angrily.
“Try it and I’ll bite your fingers off.”
He opens a drawer and tosses a manila folder on the desk. “This is your life.”
“You had a background check done on me?”
“I did.”
“For what purpose?”
“Leverage to get what I want.”
“Which is?”
“Sex.”
“But you hate me.”
