Page 1 of Sinful Escape

Chapter One

Imagine seeing a naked hunk with muscles in all the right places cartwheeling across a stage.

It would be impossible to miss.

My tits are like that. Impossible to miss. They’re also my worst enemy. Especially now.

While I was desperately pleading with my asshole boss to change his company policy, Bruce’s eyes yoyoed up and down between my boobs and my face. I’d already checked my top button was firmly secured, ensuring my cleavage was concealed as much as possible beneath the strained uniform shirt. Yet Bruce continued to eye bounce.

Most of the time I ignored his blatant ogling. Not today, though. Not when he’d just told me that in six months, I could no longer work for Vacation Dreamz.

“It’s company policy,” he repeated for the billionth fucking time.

I wanted to launch over the table, clutch his ugly, stained tie, and yell BULLSHIT. Instead, I clenched my fists below the table, digging my nails into the flesh, and willed my rising fury to calm down.

Last thing I needed was to ruin my perfect employee record.

“But you’ve changed company policy before.” I hated that my voice sounded whiney. “You did it for Nathanial last year.”

“Yes.” He huffed out a disgusting nicotine-plagued breath. “But that was different. We had to make the change for discrimination reasons.”

I grabbed my folded letter from his desk and waved it, resisting the urge to scrunch it into a ball and peg it at him. “Using my age against me is discrimination.”

He rolled his eyes to the clock on the wall behind me. “No, Daisy. It’s not.”

That clock suddenly seemed very loud. Ticking away the seconds like a fateful countdown. A countdown to the end of the only thing in the world that meant something to me . . . my job.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Bruce gathered his pen, hovering it over a blank notepad. He held my gaze. His expression hardened. “Was there anything else?”

He tapped his pen on the notepad. Tap, tap, tap. It was his typical move, signaling the end of our meeting.

“No.” Asshole. “But we haven’t finished?—”

“There’s nothing more to discuss. It’s company policy. The end. Oh.” He clicked his fingers. “I nearly forgot.” His bloodshot eyes swooped up from my chest. “You have a new driver.”

I unclamped my jaw. “What?” Shit! Today just got a thousand times worse. “What happened to Clancy?”

“Apparently his wife got sick of him being away and told him to choose between this job and her.” A creepy cackle erupted from his throat, highlighting decades of cigarette abuse. “If you ask me, he made the wrong choice.”

“See? You shouldn’t have changed that company policy insisting that people be single. Married people can’t do this type of job. I’m single—not even close to getting married, so I’m not going anywhere. Yet you’re happy to get rid of me.”

“Not happy, Daisy. We have no choice.” He leaned forward and jabbed a button on his desk phone. “Tracy, send in Roman.”

“Yes, sir.” Tracy’s squeaky voice sounded more high-pitched through the intercom.

“But you do have a choice.”

Tracy’s giggle swallowed up my muffled words as she opened the door and stepped into the room. Following her was a man who had my heart careening to a stop.

If he’s my new driver, I’m in trouble.

Bruce raised his pudgy hand from the table. “Daisy, this is Roman . . . your new man.” Bruce introduced him with a booming voice like he was a WWE wrestler.

Roman strode to me with his hand stretched forward, brandishing dazzling teeth in a brilliant smile.

Standing to greet him, I had no idea where to look. His incredible eyes. His luscious hair. His stunning complexion.

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