Fighting to keep my voice level, I spoke softly. "Dad, do you think Elliott would screw me over?"
A brief silence greeted me before he answered. "Of course not, Savannah. Give Siobhan my best."
"I will. Thanks for calling, Dad. I mean it.
I hung up and dialed Siobhan next.
"Von, you know I hate that nickname," I groaned. "Guess who I just met?"
"Hmmm..." Siobhan hummed. I could hear her fingernails tapping on her desk. "I give. Who?"
Smiling smugly, I checked my rear view mirror. "Nick Hart."
"Nick Hart? The Nick Hart? The same one that was eye fucking you across the room last night?"
"Yep. Your Dad called me last night and had me come into interview for a PA job. I didn't know who the client was until today." I made a sharp right turn into my driveway. I let the car idle while I finished my phone call.
"Girl, what time are we meeting tonight? I have to hear the entire story."
It was nearly 4 pm now. I'd like to unwind before running out to start gossiping with Siobhan. "How about 8?"
"Works for me," Siobhan agreed. "Savannah, promise me one thing right now."
I knew where this was going before she asked but indulged her anyway. "How long have we known each other? You know I don't promise anything."
"Whatever, Blondie. Promise me if you get the chance you'll bang him like a screen door in a hurricane. And I want all the torrid details!"
I quickly cut her off. "Goodbye, Von!"
I'd tucked my phone away when I started laughing hysterically. I'd never tell Siobhan that I'd already imagined doing that very thing. It was unfortunate that he was my employer and it would never happen. I'd have to stay focused or I'd never get any work done with Nick's charm and unabashed sex appeal.
Leave it to me to go from one extreme to the other. I go from working for a disgusting drug addict to an irresistible, sexy beast.
It figures. I've always had impeccably horrible timing.
Genre – Erotica
Rating – R
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