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“First of all, she’s not some stuck-up rich kid,” he mutters. “She’s actually nice.”
“She’s too nice,” I say. “She wouldn’t like dating a monster.” She won’t appreciate the things I want to do to her. There’s a driving need inside me to rut her like a beast—to claim her, knot her, chase her through the woods and ruin her for anyone but me.
“Pft,” Ness dismisses me, “don’t underestimate nice girls. They can get wild too. Give her a chance.”
If only it were that simple. Bailey is the only one for me. I will only get one chance, I have to be sure not to fuck it up. I just hope I can keep it together long enough to wait for the perfect opportunity.
9
HE’S A BEAST
Bailey
Almost four weeks have passed since I started this job and I haven’t gotten any better at it. The hours are way longer than I expected. Sacha loves to stay in his office well into the evening, which means I’m staying in the office until well into the evening too. It’s annoying at times, but at least my bank account is starting to look a little more flush.
I haven’t gotten any better with Excel. It should be simple, it’s just numbers in little boxes, but the program never quite does what I want it to do. I’ve already been told to stop sorting columns. But honestly, what are they there for if I’m not allowed to sort them?
Everything important has disappeared for the third time today, and Tatiana sighs a little louder each time I ask her for help.
“Ms. Thorn,” Sacha appears in the doorway to his office, “I need the notes from yesterday’s meeting.”
“Of course, sir,” I mutter.
“This is the third time that I’ve asked for them.” His eyes flash to Tatiana. “Is this a social visit? Ms. Thorn is behind on her work.”
“No sir, sorry. She’s helping me with this spreadsheet.” I come to Tatiana’s defense.
“Again?” he asks, but waves away my answer before I can form it. “Just get me the notes once Tatiana has fixed whatever needs to be fixed.”
“Right away, sir. Sorry, Mr. Kwatch, sir,” I say. “I just need to type them up.”
“You haven’t typed them yet?” He raises an eyebrow.
I physically wince.
“It’s fine, just, I need them as soon as possible.” His fingers drum along the door frame and takes a deep breath. “Can you add a meeting to the calendar? I need to see you in my office. Set it for four-thirty tomorrow, please.”
“Four-thirty on a Friday?” I squeak.
Tatiana gives me a beleaguered smile. We both know what a late meeting on a Friday means.
“I have some spare time then, don’t I?” Sacha asks.
I swallow hard. “Yes, sir.”
He nods curtly and ducks back into his office. There’s a sour taste in my mouth. I’ve been here before. A meeting last thing on a Friday? I’m going to get fired, for sure. I’ve done nothing but fuck up since I took this job.
I need this paycheck. It’s the best-paying gig I’ve had since, well, ever. I can’t lose it now.
“Yikes.” Tatiana shakes her head, her green dreadlocks moving almost like snakes. “That doesn’t sound great. Sorry babe, I’m honestly surprised you lasted this long.”
“Excuse you?” I scoff. Despite my ineptitude with Excel, I thought Tatiana and I were becoming friends.
“I mean,” she laughs at me in that way she can where it doesn’t feel like the joke is at my expense, “I can’t believe you put up with him. I’ve heard he does some disgusting things behind closed doors. The women who worked here before you told me some gross stories.”
“They did?”
“Surely you have some horror stories of your own?” she asks.
