Page 9 of Scorch

“I didn’t.I was in a restaurant, looking for a job, and Silas—uh, Mr.Tatum …”

Her cheeks reddened at her mistake, and the way her skin colored so prettily made me ache to make other parts pink.Taking her over my knee and spanking her for being a slut.With a face like hers, she could be so much more.Why had she sold herself short?

“He was picking up a to-go order—his lunch—and told me he was looking for a new server at the place he worked.I met him here for an interview an hour later.”

She hadn’t embellished the details at all.If anything, she’d played them down.She hadn’t mentioned that Silas had told her that she was beautiful and exactly what he was looking for.She also hadn’t mentioned that he’d basically begged her to come in for the interview and offered to have the local police chief vouch for him when she seemed unsure about it.

“Did you just move to town?Or were you looking for a new job?”

Again, I already knew the answers, but I needed something more to be wrong with this woman.Anything to keep me from obsessing over her.She had to have another fucking flaw that would snap me out of this.I would pull it out of her.I always did.

“We just moved here.From Miami,” she replied.

I knewwewas her and her nineteen-year-old daughter.

“You’re married?”I asked.

She shook her head.“No, sir.My daughter and I moved here.”

I thought for sure she would leave out the detail that she was a mother.But she’d fucking admitted it without flinching.

“How old is your daughter?”

She would lie here.

“Nineteen,” she replied with almost a flash of pride in her eyes.

Damn this woman for not being the low-class, conniving bitch I had been sure she was going to be.

“How old are you?”Lydia’s question surprised me since she rarely spoke without permission.

The horror in her tone pissed me the fuck off.Lydia wasn’t one to judge anyone.She’d had five abortions that I knew of.

“Thirty-six,” Fawn answered truthfully, but the flare of annoyance in her eyes as she looked at Lydia told me she didn’t appreciate her reaction or question.Those incredible golden eyes of hers swung back to me, and the fire in them only made my cock throb harder.“If that will be all, may I go?”

I wanted to laugh at the tone she’d just used with me.When had anyone spoken to me like that, except my oldest son who didn’t give a fuck?

Letting Lydia—or anyone for that matter—see me allow that kind of impertinence, however, was impossible.This was what I needed to save me from making a mistake.She’d handed it to me by speaking with disrespect.I leveled my gaze on her, and when she paled, I felt guilty.

“Yes, you may.You may also take your things and leave the premises.”

Her eyes widened in shock.“Leave?”

Fuck, this was harder than it should be.

“Now.Please don’t continue to speak when you’ve not been invited to.”

I expected her to tear up and rush out.Or at the very least make the mistake of begging me for her job.She did neither.

Those golden eyes glared at me.She fucking glared at me before she spun around, giving me a view of her perfect, round ass before stalking out.I heard Eliana ask her what she had done.I couldn’t hear Fawn even though I had my complete attention zoned in to hear her voice.

Eliana let out a small laugh, and the sound of her amusement at Fawn’s dismissal infuriated me.It took all my fucking willpower to sit there, acting as if firing her wasn’t bothering me.The redhead sauntered into the room, looking entirely too pleased.She was thrilled Fawn was gone.I remained uninterested as I took the glass she’d set down beside me and drank from it.

“Do you need me for anything else?”she asked with a purr in her voice.

“Close the door when you leave,” I replied, not looking at her, but over at Lydia.

Perhaps my having Lydia suck me off here would get the message across to Eliana that we were never going to be anything.She was just a young piece of ass for me to shoot my load down her throat.

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