Page 9 of Filthy Boss

Maybe bend the truth by not revealing the cat videos and sudoku.

I calculated my savings would give me about two months, even with money going home to Mom. Not ideal, but better than nothing. Besides, I still had this paycheck for a little while. Until all the dominoes fell over.

I was worried, but I felt good. I felt cured.

If Dez had readthe news she could have cured me.

By the time the video conference started, I had updated my resume and sent it out to 4 places. The table of Executives looked sweaty and nervous. They told us to ignore the rumors, and wait a week. Something would happen.

White and Williams would be floating belly up. I turned it off.

I felt good about sending resumes out. They were just temp agencies, but that was okay. Maybe I couldstart at the bottom somewhere. Start at the bottom at a good company that felt lucky to have me and would laugh with me at White & Williams.

Work my way up from the bottom.

Hit the reset button on my life.

I would make sure to never allow this to happen again. No more pills, no more Todd's, no more hiding, no more Dez.

And no more lavender soap elevator man.

That was a shame.

How would it feel to have a man like him touching me? Male hands stroking my shoulders, my throat, my breasts. No, not just any man...Ty Dalton. My nipples ached, my mouth was dry.

That’s crazy. He's almost twice my age, sophisticated, very experienced... he wouldn't even look, at me. Stop thinking about him.

“Why don’t you drop by this afternoon?” I might need a hand.

Maybe I would go over and drop a resume off, and my underwear.

I could hear that low timbre in his voice, vibrating, “Mzz. Wellszzz”. It was a rumble, an earthquake, a waterfall.

I didn’t know my name could sound so sexy. I really wanted to hear him say it again.

Maybe I'll get drunk tonight and stalk him and leave a horribly embarrassing voicemail.

The possibilities are infinite. Maybe I'll just ask him out.

This is Milly being brave, taking what she wants in life. Living on her terms.

I have no job. No prospects. Rent is due. And I’me bursting with happy. This is crazy.

But it was the good crazy, not the bad one.

Besides, I had one prospect.

Ty Dalton.

I’m desperate for some relief , even if it’s only because I’m imagining a naughty fantasy. Without thinking, I start to trail my hand down the smooth skin of my belly, inching toward the neatly trimmed landing strip that’s just barely peeking out of my panties.

My mouth actually waters. Ty Dalton is too old for me.

He spends enough of his spare time in the gym to keep himself in better condition than most of the guys my age.

If Ty Dalton was here right now, what would a man like him want to do with me?

Tome.

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