Never Sleep with Someone You Work for

Mila’s POV

After a breakfast of French toast covered in fruit and whipped cream, Isabella takes me back to her house where we watch movies and bing on junk food. I should call my stepmother and tell her what happened, but I can’t bring myself to ruin all the work Isabella has put into trying to help me forget what happened today. One more day or pretending that woman isn’t a part of my life and then I can go home and let all her vile words roll off me. Her other punishments will take more effort to ignore, but I’ve survived this long on far less to distract me with.

Isabella’s able to find out that I have to work again tonight at some point between the mimosas at breakfast and the strawberry margaritas after lunch. Yeah, it was that kind of day. She talked me into wearing another outfit of her choosing. It didn’t escape my notice that it looks a lot more my style than any of her clothes ever have. I’m going to have to ask her about that when my head isn’t spinning over the fact that I