was a time when she’d need more than a smile and promise to get
her in the sack.
The men she fucked now only
ever needed to promise a good time for the night, and she was happy. She’d lost
count of the number of men she’d taken to bed.
Slamming the door of his
office open, Ashley stopped and looked at him.
Jonathan looked up, glaring.
The instant he saw her, his gaze changed.
“You came back.”
Stepping into the office,
she closed the door then took a seat opposite him. “I need this job. I don’t
want to go back to working in an office. Flirt suits me. It’s what I want, and
I don’t want to change.”
“I was going to call you to
make sure you didn’t regret your decision.”
She held her hand up. “I
don’t like you. I want nothing to do with you. The way I see it, I’ve avoided
you for the last few weeks, and I can go on avoiding you.”
“I’m your boss.”
“You’re a fucking heartless
bastard, Jonathan. I want this job, but you can get someone else to give me
messages. After the way you treated me it’s the least you can do. It’s all I
ask.”
Ashley met his gaze, feeling
nothing but contempt when she looked at him.
“I’m sorry about what
happened.”
Standing up, she slammed her
palms on the desk and shook her head. “No, you’re not going to fucking start
that shit. Your time for apology was in high school. I can’t get that time
back. Do this for me, and leave me the hell alone.”
She left with her head held
high.
****
Jonathan watched her go. He
felt sick to his stomach. When he’d learned of Ashley applying for a job, he
should have nipped it in the bud. He couldn’t do it. Back in high school he’d
been a total douche-bag to her even though he had feelings for her. The peer
pressure had been too much for him. He was the captain of the football team,
and he shouldn’t have been crushing on the curvy blonde in their year.
Ashley was right. He was the
one to pursue her. From the first look he’d fallen for her. A lot of the guys
had found her attractive even though at the time they’d never admitted the
truth.
Staring down at his
paperwork, he shook his head. He couldn’t focus anymore. When she’d quit last
night he thought all hope was lost. Seeing her stood
in the doorway, the hope to rectify his wrong had started to fill him. She’d
crushed that hope the same way he’d crushed all feeling from her.
Ashley may think this was
the first time he’d seen or heard from her, but it wasn’t. Her name got around,
and she’d built herself quite a reputation. Jonathan knew her reputation was
entirely his fault. He’d been the one to drive her to become the woman she had,
and he would live with that for the rest of his life.
Chapter Seven
By Friday Amber was on tenterhooks
over her upcoming date. Dale had given her the afternoon off to get ready. He
would be picking her up from her apartment at seven. She’d spent an hour going
through her wardrobe before settling on a deep blue cocktail dress and black
heeled shoes to match. The color wouldn’t contrast too much with her red hair.
She laid out the clothes
then started to pamper herself. Filling the tub with smelling salts, she took
her time washing. Amber shaved her legs and under her arms before soaping her
hair.
In an instant the time was
gone, and she applied a layer of lipstick to her lips. Smacking them together,
she heard the door sound. Her heart galloped inside her chest. Walking to the
door, she wiped her sweaty palms down her dress and opened it. Dale stood with
a bunch of red roses.
He wore a suit, black, that
molded to all his hard muscles.
“Good evening,” he said,
gazing up and down her body. “You look absolutely beautiful.”
Her cheeks heated at the
compliment. “Erm, thank you. You look very handsome.”
She smiled at him. This felt
wrong. Amber belonged to Elijah.
“These are for you.”
Accepting the roses, she
invited him into her apartment while she set about putting
her in the sack.
The men she fucked now only
ever needed to promise a good time for the night, and she was happy. She’d lost
count of the number of men she’d taken to bed.
Slamming the door of his
office open, Ashley stopped and looked at him.
Jonathan looked up, glaring.
The instant he saw her, his gaze changed.
“You came back.”
Stepping into the office,
she closed the door then took a seat opposite him. “I need this job. I don’t
want to go back to working in an office. Flirt suits me. It’s what I want, and
I don’t want to change.”
“I was going to call you to
make sure you didn’t regret your decision.”
She held her hand up. “I
don’t like you. I want nothing to do with you. The way I see it, I’ve avoided
you for the last few weeks, and I can go on avoiding you.”
“I’m your boss.”
“You’re a fucking heartless
bastard, Jonathan. I want this job, but you can get someone else to give me
messages. After the way you treated me it’s the least you can do. It’s all I
ask.”
Ashley met his gaze, feeling
nothing but contempt when she looked at him.
“I’m sorry about what
happened.”
Standing up, she slammed her
palms on the desk and shook her head. “No, you’re not going to fucking start
that shit. Your time for apology was in high school. I can’t get that time
back. Do this for me, and leave me the hell alone.”
She left with her head held
high.
****
Jonathan watched her go. He
felt sick to his stomach. When he’d learned of Ashley applying for a job, he
should have nipped it in the bud. He couldn’t do it. Back in high school he’d
been a total douche-bag to her even though he had feelings for her. The peer
pressure had been too much for him. He was the captain of the football team,
and he shouldn’t have been crushing on the curvy blonde in their year.
Ashley was right. He was the
one to pursue her. From the first look he’d fallen for her. A lot of the guys
had found her attractive even though at the time they’d never admitted the
truth.
Staring down at his
paperwork, he shook his head. He couldn’t focus anymore. When she’d quit last
night he thought all hope was lost. Seeing her stood
in the doorway, the hope to rectify his wrong had started to fill him. She’d
crushed that hope the same way he’d crushed all feeling from her.
Ashley may think this was
the first time he’d seen or heard from her, but it wasn’t. Her name got around,
and she’d built herself quite a reputation. Jonathan knew her reputation was
entirely his fault. He’d been the one to drive her to become the woman she had,
and he would live with that for the rest of his life.
Chapter Seven
By Friday Amber was on tenterhooks
over her upcoming date. Dale had given her the afternoon off to get ready. He
would be picking her up from her apartment at seven. She’d spent an hour going
through her wardrobe before settling on a deep blue cocktail dress and black
heeled shoes to match. The color wouldn’t contrast too much with her red hair.
She laid out the clothes
then started to pamper herself. Filling the tub with smelling salts, she took
her time washing. Amber shaved her legs and under her arms before soaping her
hair.
In an instant the time was
gone, and she applied a layer of lipstick to her lips. Smacking them together,
she heard the door sound. Her heart galloped inside her chest. Walking to the
door, she wiped her sweaty palms down her dress and opened it. Dale stood with
a bunch of red roses.
He wore a suit, black, that
molded to all his hard muscles.
“Good evening,” he said,
gazing up and down her body. “You look absolutely beautiful.”
Her cheeks heated at the
compliment. “Erm, thank you. You look very handsome.”
She smiled at him. This felt
wrong. Amber belonged to Elijah.
“These are for you.”
Accepting the roses, she
invited him into her apartment while she set about putting
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