Dylan:
Is that any way to talk to your Daddy, little girl?
Sammie-girl:
It is when my Daddy is, indeed, a big, fat meanie-head.
Dylan:
Is that so?
Now he could see her, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire as she fought the urge to squirm in her office chair.
Sammie-girl:
Umm…
Dylan:
That really is too bad for you. Because a nice Daddy would let you come while you ride his cock tonight. But since I’m so very mean, I guess that means you’ll have to go to bed with a wet, needy little pussy instead.
Sammie-girl:
Daddy, no! I didn’t mean it! You’re the nicest Daddy EVER.
Dylan:
Hmm. Am I nice or am I mean? Guess you’ll have to find out tonight, babygirl.
He was still grinning down at his messages, waiting for her to respond when an email notification popped up. And his heart slammed right into his ribcage.
What the hell did Pacificum Biomedical want with him?
Fingers trembling ever so slightly, he opened the email.
Mr. Cross,
My name is Sylvia Hart, and I’m one of the Talent Acquisition Specialists at Pacificum Biomedical. We are very interested in setting up a meeting with you to discuss an opportunity with our company. Please let me know when you’re available for a video call and I will make myself available at your convenience.
Holy fuck. Holyfuck. Pacificum Biomed wasn’t just one of the best, they werethebest. Landing a job with them right out of college was pretty much unheard of.
And they wanted him.
They were also on the other side of the country. Which meant they were completely out of his reach. He’d promised Samantha that he wouldn’t ask her to leave the only home she’d ever known just so he could chase his dreams and he meant to keep that promise.
But fuck it was going to be hard to turn them down.
Maybe he should meet with them, see what they were offering. If nothing else, he could use the offer to let ATLantis know he had other options, see if that lit a fire under them.
Hitting the “Reply” button, he typed out an email letting Sylvie know what his availability was, then immediately opened his texts with Ethan.
No. If he told Ethan, he would tell Sam, and then she’d… well, he wasn’t exactly sure how she’d react but his instinct told him it wouldn’t be pretty. And there was no point in upsetting her when he had no intention of actually taking the job.
Swiping away from his texts, Dylan shoved his phone back in his pocket, and went back to work.
And tried not to think too much about the opportunity of a lifetime he was preparing to walk away from.
Chapter Twenty-Three
