Page 7 of Tease Me (Dark Odyssey 1)

“How does that sound to you?” he asks.

I open my mouth to answer but I really don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to say. He’s told me something about the job, yet at the same time I feel like he hasn’t really told me anything.

And, am I really in a position to be picky?

I’m here because I’ve hit rock bottom.

I’m here because I don’t know what else to do. I’ve been back in Chicago for eight months and I can’t find work. I can’t find any work that will pay what I need. Dad can’t work as much as he used to.

He can’t. All I have to do is remember getting that call from the hospital, telling me he’d been taken in with a heart attack. He had emergency surgery. That was where my savings went. All of it because Dad never told me how bad things were. I truly found out the hard way.

That was how it started. I was nearly at the end of my internship and got the call that changed everything.

I thought that was the bad part and when I got home I found out the rest. Everything else. It just got worse from there.

“It sounds interesting,” I tell him. “Is there any more you can tell me? I mean like what the job involves. I’m guessing special means a lot more than waiting tables.”

“Miss Chase… can I call you Mia?”

“Yes. Sure.” I swallow hard again and find there’s a lump in my throat.

“Mia… this part is the part where things change. If we truly proceed to interview, things will change… and they might not be exactly what you’re used to. I need you to be aware of that.” He smiles with an air of confidence that’s sexy and sinful all at once.

The suspense is building and I want it to be over. I want it to be over and done with so I can stop trying to guess what the job would be like and what it would be like to work here.

“Okay… I understand.” I nod.

“And you’re ready for the interview?” His eyes flash with heat and desire. He almost looks like a predator about to pounce on its prey. The prey being me.

“I’m ready.” I pull in a quick breath.

His smile widens although it’s still even, with a cool edge. He sits on his desk and scans me again.

“Good. Then take off your clothes.”

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