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SUMMER
I was grateful for the plush chair my butt was stuck to. Because if I were standing, I’d have fainted.
“It can’t be you!” I said, my voice high pitched. Clearly, I was having a mental breakdown.
He didn’t seem pleased either. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He spanked me. Teased me, made me cum better than my battery-operated friends, and he was caring. Damon and caring didn’t belong in the same sentence and yet…
I chuckled, fanning my flustered cheeks and neck. I felt so hot all of a sudden. “I get it. Emma and Mia, you can come out.” I grinned at Damon and stood up. “That’s a really great prank, by the way. Your acting is so good. I almost believed it—”
“I gave you those hickeys,” Damon said, his voice low and velvety that made my stomach clench with nerves. “The ones on your pretty tits. Your stomach, hips, and, if I remember, one on your perfect as—”
“Okay!” I threw my hands in front of me and turned away from him, pacing around and shaking my head. Even without the coffee, I felt wired and jittery. I had taken my meds, and they weren’t working. “I don’t believe it.”
“I don’t care if you believe it or not, but it happened.”
I glared at him. How dare he sound so casual about it? As if it didn’t matter to him that we did more than just share a kiss.
A horrified thought came to my head, and I cupped my mouth, staring at him with wide eyes. He narrowed his eyes at me. “What?”
“I…” I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t even ask Google what to do when you find out that your soon-to-be-boss-slash-best-friend’s-older-brother was the hot one-night stand you had. “Did you know?”
“Know what?” he asked, his voice snappy as he walked closer.
I took a step back, and I was trapped against the doors of the office. He was so close I could smell his musky cologne. I needed to get out of its range before I slapped him or kissed him.
Save me, Rahul!
“Did you know it was me that night?” I asked, swallowing the lump in my throat and looking at the marble floor. His shiny shoes and my heels were awfully close. “Were you playing with me? Did you just want to get in my pants?” Like all the boys I dated when I was young? So you can tell your rich friends you had sex with Summer Hayes, cheerleader and now a Hollywood star, and brag about it? Call me a whore?
“What the fuck, Summer?” His voice made me snap out of my head, and I looked at him, saw the disgust on his face. “I know you think so low of me, but I wouldn’t have slept with you, let alone touch you, if I knew it was you that night.”
Ouch. But thank God.
“I wouldn’t sleep with you either. You’re not my type.”
Damon stared me down, his gaze roving from my head to toe. “Didn’t seem like it that night. You were all over me.”
My face burned, and I clenched my hands into fists. “So were you. Giving me a hickey on my ass? Really?”
He smirked—oh, that devilish little cocky smirk. What I wouldn’t do to punch it off his face. Sliding his hands in his pockets, he tilted his head and asked, “How’s your ass, by the way? It was quite a spanking. Are your cheeks bruised? I can help you if you want, kitten.”
Before I could maul that sly smile, someone knocked on the door, making me jump. I sighed in relief when he moved away, and Rahul entered the room with an enormous glass of coffee. I thanked him, begging him with my eyes not to leave me alone, but it went over his head as the devil over my shoulder ordered him to leave.
“So if—”
I stopped him, raising my palm. “I can’t have this conversation without coffee.”
He stared at me as if I was from another planet when I drank four large gulps. “Gen Z and their addiction with caffeine,” he muttered, loud enough for me to hear.
“It’s decaf, you grumpy boomer,” I said proudly and continued, “How did you know it was me?”
“Call me boomer again and see what happens.” Damon’s stormy gray eyes were piercing. I licked my lips and strangely, I wanted to call him boomer again and see what happens. “I found out during the charity event. When you paraded half-naked, and I saw your hickeys.”
I drank more decaf. “Hm,” was my intelligent reply. I wanted to ask him why he didn’t send me any message, but I was too proud to ask him that. It might not have been as memorable for him as it was for me, since he didn’t care to reach out. He was a sex club owner, after all. He must have partners, rotating them weekly so he doesn’t get bored.
“If that’s all, I’d like to make you an offer.”
I paused and looked at him. Chuckling, I shook my head. “Are you for real, Damon? Why… I don’t want to work with you.”
