Page 5 of The Stars in the Sky
"Fucking liberal," I heard Will mutter under his breath. Such an asshole. A tan, handsome, muscular asshole.
If he was going to be this way the whole time, I wasn't sure how I'd make it through the summer. I needed this internship for my program. So, I reminded myself to be polite to the boss, even if he was rude.
I let out a breath. "I understand that you might not want to make my choices," I said, as calmly and diplomatically as I could, "but they are mine to make." Then I couldn't help myself and hissed, lower, "And, seriously? What is your problem?"
Will just stared at me. But I saw something flash in his eyes, perhaps a thrill at egging me on?
Motherfucker. He is not fucking this job up for me. "I'm so excited for this first group of kids to come," I gushed to the rest of the table, ignoring him and his surliness.
After dinner, in the bunkhouse, I picked up my phone, thinking about the day. Only I could have two naked (or almost naked) run-ins with my hot boss within a matter of minutes. I laughed to myself and checked my messages.
How was your first day of work?
This was Amelia, texting me.
I rode a horse. I saw my sexy but right-wing asshole boss naked. And he saw me topless in a thong.
I thought this was summer camp not a nudist colony.
You don't seem surprised by my misadventures.
I know you. Let me know how he is in bed.
Girlfriend . . .
Legally, you'll need to sign a love contract before you sleep with your boss.
No need for legal advice yet.
Well, it's only your first day.
