Page 15 of Daddy Sees Snakes

The demi-cup bra barely contains my ample cleavage, and the Brazilian-cut panties leave little to the imagination.

Perfect.

I need to stand out if I'm going to land this gig.

I shimmy into the lingerie, the cool fabric skimming my curves.

Over it goes a skin-tight bandage dress in crimson, the hem flirting with the tops of my thighs.

With my rhinestone stilettos and some va-va-voom makeup, I'll be every inch the seductive temptress.

Exactly the vibe I'm going for.

In this world, sex appeal is a valuable commodity, and I intend to cash in.

I need this job badly.

The sooner I'm back on my feet financially, the sooner I can get the hell out of this house.

I can't spend one more minute here with Viper than I have to, not after the vicious way he flung my mistakes in my face.

So what if I have shitty taste in men?

I don't need it rubbed in my nose, especially not by someone with his track record.

Fifteen years in prison speaks for itself.

He may be Allegra's father, with the whole reformed bad boy thing going on, but I see right through the act.

Men like Viper, they never really change.

He'll always be the cocky, domineering asshole who takes what he wants and damns the consequences.

Just my type, a traitorous little voice in my head whispers.

I tell it firmly to shut up.

I'm done with men like Viper, like Lyon.

I won't be another notch on anyone's bedpost or punching bag ever again.

This is my time now.

I finish getting ready in record time, pausing to snap a quick selfie in the full-length mirror.

Damn, I look good.

Scooping up my clutch, I fire off a text to Rosa as I head out.

On my way to Satin Dreams. Wish me luck!

Her reply comes seconds later.

Knock 'em dead, baby girl! Dominic can't wait to meet you. You got this!

A smile tugs at my glossed lips. Rosa always has my back.

With her in my corner and my game face on, I feel invincible, untouchable.

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