Page 8 of Knot your Good Girl

Oh fuck!I never put his name on the application as a referral. Only my ex-boss and my old college professor.

I wait for him to say something else. But it’s Henry Cavill—I mean, the man who is as big as him in the charcoal suit, who asks, “Why do you want to leave?”

Because I hate my boss.

Because I work long hours and I’m not appreciated for any one of them, including the ones I’m not paid for.

Because I’m underpaid.

Because I’m overqualified.

He waits for me to reply.

“Because I’m wasting my marketing degree working here...” I hesitate for a moment. If I say enough in front of this man, maybe, just maybe, Jed will hate me enough to complete the form to get rid of me. “And the longer I spend fetching coffee and lunch, the more likely I’ll be doing it for the rest of my life.”

“Why did you apply for a personal assistant position if you wanted to work in marketing?” he asks.

“I thought working in marketing for a top hockey team would be perfect, but I’m an omega and getting a foot in the door is virtually impossible.”

He knows this. Alphas want omegas at home, not working.

“But this job was my way of getting there. Working my way up... I mentioned it at the interview, but I know there’s no chance of that anymore. The company has employed betas into the roles I’ve applied for, but I never get so much as a whiff of an interview.”

“That’s enough, Holly. You can leave now.”

I nod. Smiling lightly.I bet he fills the form out for me now.

I uncross my legs, shut the laptop and stand as I smile at the man who inadvertently helped me, noticing his perfect stormy eyes are still on me.

“Are you going to the Christmas party?” The gorgeous smelling man asks.

No.

“Of course she is. Everyone is going,” Jed interrupts, which elicits a growl from the man opposite him.

I don’t answer for myself. That way, I’m not lying.

“Good, we’ll catch up there.” I hate that Jed never introduced him. He smells so lovely that my nostrils twitch and my pussy clenches every time I get a whiff of his scent. But it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t smell me the same way.

He would never be this calm if he did.

I stroll to the door of his office. I know I should’ve told Jed I wasn’t going to the office party, but I don’t want him demanding my time at something that isn’t compulsory.

It’s the perfect time for me to dress up in my sexy underwear and take enough snaps of myself to sell for the next month.

Though I’m going to have to invest in more lingerie. I don’t want my clients getting bored, unsubscribing, and going elsewhere, or stop sending me large tips.

I smile as I make my way out of the office, before I rush to my desk and find the secret password Jed uses for the folder he likes to keep a secret. Not the folder he uses for personal issues, but the one he has on his personal assistants—past and present. Yep, me included. I want to find out if he’s already replied to the reference request.

There’s a note in the file about the day in May when I turned up ten minutes late for work.

And yes, I was holding his coffee. Which means I wouldn’t have been late had I bypassed the coffee shop, but no.“That’s part of the job description,”he told me when I argued about it. My ‘insubordination’ that day was also filed.

My asshole of a boss used to argue with me constantly, and I’m now thinking it’s a deliberate move. Enough for me to seem disrespectful and never get a job elsewhere. That’s why I’ve started a sideline job nobody knows about.

In my spare time, which I have little of, I upload photos of my body clad in lingerie for the low tier payers on the OmegaFans website.

For tier two, it’s also a cam girl site where the subscribers get photos and videos of me sexily dressing in my underwear. Tier number three gets the lower two tiers and includes a dirty phone call, if the caller chooses that. Sometimes they just like hearing me talk. I have one more tier... a very expensive tier. Nobody pays for that tier... yet.Tier four.

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