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“You’re such a piece of shit!” she squealed. “I hope you rot in hell!”
I hummed and sat down in my chair once she left, screaming more threats. It wasn’t new. Before her, a guy who was a famous influencer with a vast audience offered me a blowjob for nothing in return. His words, and I quote, ‘You’re just hot. It’ll be a shame to not have your cock sucked by me.’ When I told him no and to get out, he was shocked that someone denied him.
I sighed when someone knocked on the door. Please let it be a sane person who actually wants the job.
“Come in,” I said when Rahul opened the door, his smile wavering, looking at my face. “What?”
He looked at my shoulder and said, “Ms. Summer has arrived.”
Thank fuck. Even though she wasn’t sane, she would never offer to have sex with me for the job.
My cock tightened. I hated to admit it, but the idea of her begging for the position bent over my desk was deliciously hot.
“Bring her up.”
“But I thought we could start—”
I raised my brow, and he closed his mouth. “I want to have a little chat with her. Alone.”
He nodded, leaving my office. I sighed and leaned back, going through her application. I wish I hadn’t checked it in the morning. I could have pretended to dismiss her application, but I got curious. I read how she wanted more inclusivity when it came to makeup and skincare. More models who are people of color, plus size models, LGBTQ, disabled. She must have been drunk since she rambled on about Taylor Swift, and her grammar was off. But her thoughts made sense.
Moore Beauty had diverse models in their branding and ads, but the marketing team never included anything else. I didn’t think about anything else. We had already launched a weird product with no audience when we had millions, billions of them.
And despite our differences, and the small part where we had sex and she didn’t know it was me, I wanted her to be a part of the brand. Represent it.
Other models and actresses were still responding, talking to their managers and agents, but Summer was the first one who responded without her manager. She could have easily asked Emma, and my sister would have trusted me to accept her, but she didn’t.
My heart pounded in my ears when I heard the soft voices outside the office. When someone knocked, I took a deep breath and straightened up.
“Enter.”
I took her in when she entered the office, my mouth going dry looking at her. Her hair was still damp, and I had to clench my hand in a fist to stop myself from remembering how soft and ticklish her hair felt over my skin. Her brown skin was glowing and fuck—those legs. Long and toned in the tight pencil skirt and high heels.
Fuck me. She looked like she was a woman on a mission.
Her chocolate eyes moved around the office, and I wondered how it’d feel to see it for the first time. Two couches with a coffee table. A floor-to-ceiling bookshelf full of books, makeup products and our magazines. A door leading to a private bathroom. And lastly, the vast mahogany desk.
“Good morning,” Summer said, eyeing me like I was a rock.
“Your top is inside out,” I said as a greeting.
She stopped mid-walk, her eyes widening as she looked down and saw the seams of her white blouse. She cursed underneath her breath.
“It’s a new trend,” she replied.
I gave her a look and pointed to the door. “Go change.”
“Thanks,” she said dryly, hurrying into the washroom and slamming the door behind her.
Did no one tell her about her top this entire time?
I shook my head and drank some cold water to calm down. I have to forget that night. If I don’t, I’m not sure I’d be able to work with her, let alone have a conversation without remembering how pretty she looked with her legs—
No. Have some self-control.
“Sorry about that,” she said, stepping out of the washroom and sitting on the chair across from me. “So… I take it you read everything I wrote?”
“Everything.”
