Page 58 of On the Shore


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“You said that I was the most difficult. That makes me the best, doesn’t it?”

She sighed. “I don’t know why you care so much. You’re the one who got me fired. Why are you invested in the reason that I didn’t choose to go back to my old crappy job?”

“Let’s see. You hated me for costing you that fucking job, but then when you got it back, you said no. I want to know why.”

“You’re awfully nosy for a football player. Maybe you should consider being a bloodsucker,” she said, and the corners of her lips lifted as if she were proud of her witty comeback.

The girl never missed a beat.

“Answer. The. Fucking. Question.”

Her tongue swiped out to wet her plump bottom lip, and my hands fisted beneath the water as I fought the urge to move in. Cover her mouth with mine.

Taste her and touch her and wrap her legs around my waist.

Rub my cock against all that sweetness.

Jesus. I was fucking losing it.

“Fine. Harvey Talbert, my old boss, is a misogynistic pig most of the time. He told me to do whatever I had to do to get you to talk to me. So, I did, and he fired me for it.”

“I already knew that. Try again.” There was something more there. Someone desperate for a job doesn’t turn down an offer when it comes unless there’s a reason.

She sighed and looked away. “He never treated me like a reporter. He’d made me uncomfortable a few times.”

“How so?” I asked, feeling something unexplainable build inside me.

Anger.

Rage.

She cleared her throat. “The week before he fired me, I’d gone to him, asking him why my interviews weren’t getting top billing when I knew they were better than some of the articles that he was running. He suggested that I have dinner with him at his place. He let me know that spending time with him outside of work was the fastest way to get more exposure in the magazine. I turned him down, obviously, and then he let me go shortly after. Obviously, I was just someone that he wanted to fuck, nothing more.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I didn’t even recognize my own voice. I was so pissed. “Why didn’t you tell me that in the beginning?”

“First off, it’s none of your business. And secondly, we weren’t exactly friends.” She looked away again, her eyes scanning the water.

My fingers moved beneath her chin, turning her face toward me, waiting for her gaze to find mine. “Well, we’re friends now. I will fucking ruin that man.”

She shook her head and shrugged. “Just leave it alone. It’s probably the reason he only has men working there. And I haven’t told anyone about this, including my family. They’d freak out. So… this is off the record, Captain.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you. But I’m glad I got you fired from that piece-of-shit job now.”

“Well, you’re not completely off the hook. You were still a total jerk to me when you got me escorted out of the press conference.”

“Why didn’t you just wait until I came out of the restroom?”

“Please. I’d been trying to ask you questions for months. But anytime you were in public, there were journalists swarming you. Most of them are men, and I hate the fact that I’m shorter than all of them.” She rolled her eyes. “I’d jump and wave my hands, but you never saw me.”

Something in my chest squeezed.

Something unfamiliar and foreign.

I didn’t just lust after this woman—I actually cared about her.

I wanted to kill that fucking ex-boss of hers for the way he’d treated her.

And I was pissed at myself for not being more aware of her efforts to talk to me in the past.

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