Page 95 of Blindside Sinner

“I’ll call Monroe and we’ll meet you at your place.” Then she hangs up.

A couple hours later, though, and I don’t feel much better. Roe and Cass have been at it nonstop since we met up, talking me down, helping me figure out how to keep this job. They know enough to understand that this job is important to me and that I need this money.

I look at Monroe. She’s pawing through my closet full of new clothes. There’s a little black dress that is particularly stunning—form-fitting, thin spaghetti straps, sweetheart neckline that pushes up.

“You should wear this every day of your life,” she informs me.

“It’s not really work appropriate and it certainly isn’t going to fix my problem.”

“It could! You wear this, he’ll forget other women altogether.”

She’s exaggerating. It will still be me inside the dress.I’mthe one with feelings. He’s the one with a hard dick and no remorse.

“We should go out.” Cassie is sitting across from me, plucking split ends from her hair as Monroe continues surveying the clothes. “Dancing fixes everything.”

“I don’t think dancing is going to solve much for me.” I shake my head miserably.

“It doesn’t have to,” she says. “Dancing is just dancing. It’s fun. It’s a break from life.”

“I really don’t think?—”

“Sassy Cassie is right,” Monroe announces suddenly. We both turn to her in surprise, because Roe isn’t exactly known for admitting other people have a point. She emerges from the closet with that little black dress still on her shoulder, plus a pair of strappy red heels in the other hand. “We’re going dancing. End of story.”

We spend the afternoon getting ready. It’s around nine when I go to the main house to tell Beck I’ll be out for the night. He’sstill my job and I have to make sure he’s not going out. Not considering any sort of escapade.

When I walk in, he’s in the den, playing video games with Dix and Adrian. Dix turns first and his controller falls out of his hand to crash against the table. “Holy shit.” But he’s smiling when he nudges Adrian, who in turn gives Beck a shove.

I fidget in place as my heartbeat flutters unevenly. Three very attractive multi-millionaire professional athletes staring with their mouths wide open will do that to a girl.

I clear my throat. “I just wanted to let you know, I’m going out dancing with Cassie and Monroe.”

“Dancing? Where?” Beck stands, drops his controller, and walks past Adrian to come around the back of the sofa. “Dressed like that?”

“Like what?” I ask in confusion.

“‘Half-naked’ is a nice way to put it.”

My frown deepens as I glance down at myself. All my parts and pieces are covered just fine. “I’m not half-naked.”

“What about the shoes?”

“What about them?”

“The heel is screaming,Fuck me!” he says with his hands cupped around his mouth like a megaphone. “Can you even bend over in that thing without showing your ass to anybody who’s looking?”

A devilish grin spreads across my face. “I don’t know. Should we find out?” I spin and begin to bend over.

I keep an eye on his face the whole time. His eyes bulge out of their sockets and the vein in his forehead throbs. Before I even get halfway down, he lunges forward, grabs me by the arm, and rips me back to standing. He doesn’t stop there, either: he spins me into his arms so I’m flat against his body.

“What the fuck are you doing? Dix and LaDuke don’t need to see your ass.” He reaches behind him and tugs the blanket off the back of the sofa, then wraps it around me like a toga. “You’re not wearing that to go anywhere.”

I shove him backward, not that it does much good. “When did you become the fashion police?”

“I’m your employer. And as such, I have some say in how you represent me.”

“Wow. That is a giant straw you’re grasping at.” I shake my head and cross my arms, which pushes my cleavage higher. Beck gawks for a second before his mouth pinches and he jerks his eyes back up to mine again. “Besides: I don’t work for you, you’re not my employer, and in the hours I’m not busting my ass to ferry you to and from practice and games, I can dress however the hell I want.”

He’s unconvinced. That vein is really going now. I’m worried he’s gonna have an aneurysm. “I forbid you from wearing that out tonight,” he snarls.

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