Mag-log inChapter 40Gina’s POVLuke’s fever broke a little before sunrise. I sat in that hard clinic chair and watched his chest rise and fall until the nurse touched my shoulder and said the drip had done its job. The envelope Anna left on the desk covered the deposit. I hated that it did. I hated more that I folded the receipt into my bag like it was a normal thing to carry.I slept two hours, washed the night off my skin, and put on the black skirt she had sent to the apartment. It fit too well. By the time I walked into her office, she was already perched on the edge of the desk, knees apart, skirt pushed high. Nothing under it. A small dark shine sat on the wood between her thighs, and she didn’t even pretend to close her legs when I stopped in the doorway.“You’re late,” she said.“I was at the clinic. You know that. You paid for it.”“I paid so you would be here. Inbox is open. Read the mails out loud. Start with the boring ones. I want your voice in the room.”I sat in the chair across
Chapter 39Gina’s POVShe turned the chair, and the juice woman looked at me like I had walked into her house with dirt on my shoes.Same mouth. Same smooth hair. The white blouse was now gone and replaced by something black and fitted, but I knew the diamonds and I knew the voice. My hand was still on the door. For a second I thought about opening it again and running, except Luke was in a sick bay with a fever and this place paid weekly.“Ms. Anna Marvel,” she said. “In case you’ve forgotten the woman you soaked.”“I didn’t forget. You slapped me first.”“And you poured a drink down my chest in front of a room full of people. Sit, or stand, I don’t care. Just close the door like I told you.”I closed it. The click sounded too loud. She watched my wrinkled skirt, the red mark on my cheek, the sticky spot near my hem, and she smiled with only one side of her mouth.“You applied to mop my floors.”“I applied because the flyer said weekly. I have a brother. He’s sick tonight. If this is
Chapter 38Gina’s POVThe man’s hand landed on my ass before I even finished setting the bread down.I froze with the little basket still in my fingers. The restaurant was loud the way it always got after eight, plates clacking, somebody laughing too hard near the bar, the smell of garlic and fried oil stuck in my hair. His palm stayed a second longer than a mistake. Then he squeezed.I turned. He was already smiling at the woman across from him, like I was part of the joke and not a person holding his bread.“Don’t,” I said.He looked up, still smiling. “Relax. You walked right past me.”“I was just serving your table.”The woman put her fork down. She was pretty in that expensive way, hair smooth, blouse white, mouth already tight. She looked at his hand, then at my skirt, then at my face.“So that’s what you do,huh?” She said. “You walk around sticking it out until a man touches it.”I felt my face go hot. My feet hurt. I had been on them since morning, and my younger brother’s med
Chapter 37Brad’s POV. Thia was waiting at my desk when I got back.She didn’t sit. She just stood there with her arms crossed and that same sharp look she used on the first day, only colder now. The second I dropped into my chair she leaned in close enough that only I could hear.“My office. Right now.”I followed her. The door shut harder than usual. She didn’t bother with the blinds.“I know,” she said. “I saw you leave her office. I saw the way she looked after. You’ve been fucking Erica.”I didn’t deny it. I just leaned against the edge of her desk and watched her.“And?”Her eyes flashed. “And? You’re an intern. She’s the CEO. I’m your manager. Do you have any idea what kind of mess this is?”“The kind where both of you keep ending up on your backs for me.”She stepped closer like she wanted to hit me. “You’re disgusting.”“You’re wet.”The words landed and her mouth tightened. I reached out and ran my hand straight up under her skirt. As usual, my favourite slut had no panties
Chapter 36Brad’s POV. I didn’t wait for an invitation the next day.Erica’s door was closed when I walked up. I knocked once and pushed it open before she could answer. She looked up from her laptop, that same cold expression already in place, but something in her eyes flickered when she saw it was me.“I didn’t call for you,” she said.“I know.” I shut the door and locked it. “Didn’t ask.”She stood slowly, like she was reminding both of us who owned the office. “You seem to have forgotten how this works. I say when. I say if.”I walked around the desk until I was close enough to touch her. “You came on my cock yesterday in under five minutes. I think we both know how this works now.”Her jaw tightened. “You’re pushing your luck.”“Good.”I reached out and wrapped my hand around her throat. Not hard. Just enough pressure to make her chin tip up. Her pulse jumped under my palm. She didn’t slap me away. That told me everything.“Turn around,” I said.She stared at me for a long secon
Chapter 35Brad’s POV. Erica didn’t waste time.The second the meeting ended she sent a message that landed on my phone before I even reached my desk. “My office. Now.”I took the long way on purpose to let her wait. When I finally pushed the door open she was already standing behind her desk, arms crossed, staring at the glass wall like the city outside had personally offended her. The door clicked shut behind me. She didn’t tell me to sit.“Close it,” she said.I already had. I stayed on my feet and looked her over the same way I’d looked at Thia the first day. Expensive blouse, sharp black skirt, hair pulled back so tight it almost looked painful. Everything about her said she didn’t lose. Ever.She turned those cold eyes on me and the temperature in the room dropped.“I don’t play games with interns,” she said. Voice low, precise, no heat in it at all. “I especially don’t play games with interns who think they can crawl under tables during my meetings and put their mouths on my







