Page 45 of Rhet

Zeeta looks disgusted by the senator. Desmond however is enchanted by her; he has a type after all. The type was women…. This was perfect.

ZEETA

His fiancé? What? I want to know more, but I chose to remain quiet.

Senator Creepy sits next to me while Rhet explains his plans for business. I want to listen because this is about the upcoming bids. I need this information. However, Senator Pervy walks his fingers up my leg, nearing my crotch. To hell with this. I reach out and squeeze his well-manicured fingers.

“Here’s my advice. Take your hand off my leg or you will lose it.” I stare into his dark brown eyes.

You can tell when a man is spoiled and accustomed to getting his own way. His eyes are filled with fury.

“If Rhet brought you here, it’s for my pleasure.” He squeezes my leg.

“If your pleasure is a broken nose, I got you.” I drop my bag beside me, ready to square off with this conservative pervert.

“Actually, she’s my PA. Take your hands off her.” Rhet begins to dig in the Senator’s drawer. “Dessy you have way too many condoms in this drawer, my man.”

Rhet doesn’t realize it, but Barrett’s calmy hand is moving closer to my underwear.

“I can grab you by the pussy and no one is going to stop me,” he says. His breath smells of stale coffee and mint. His short stubby finger runs down the seam of the front of my underwear.

I snap. The heel of my hand meets with his nose. I’m confident the bridge of his nose is in his brain.

“Fuck,” Rhet mutters.

The Senator holds his face as he rolls out of the chair and crouches down in pain.

“I told you I had you.” I feel like I want to throw up from his touch. Is this why Rhet bought me here? As a tease?

I adjust my skirt and sit back down. Who the hell does he think he is? I don’t even bother to look at Rhet. My job is toast. I know it.

The Senator is on his knees. His index finger trembles as he points at Rhet “Fire this fucking bitch.”

I don’t even see when Rhet moves. He stoops beside the senator and presses something into the side of his ribs.

Is that a gun? He has a gun. Where the hell did that come from?

“Now two things. You apologize to my PA. As you can tell she isn’t one of your crusty girls,” Rhet says. I see the impression in the Senator’s shirt as Rhet presses the gun hard into his side. “I will shoot you.”

The Senator swallows. “I’m sorry.”

“If I pull the trigger, I’m ninety-five percent sure you’re dead. I will get away with this shit too. Sorry for what?”

The Senator begins to sweat. “For touching you.”

Rhet smiles as he stands up, sliding the gun into his back. “See. Now get back on the chair so we can discuss the second thing.”

The Senator pulls the chair away from my side and sits. Rhet goes back to his chair, adjusting his black jacket as he sits.

“Now down to serious business. I need you to help me win the Waterfront bid.”

“It will come at a cost,” The Senator says.

“How much?” Rhet frowns.

“Three point two million and fifty percent of your profits from each quarter for the next ten years.”

Rhet would never agree to that. Right? This is robbery.

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