I should be furious. Way madder than I am. But for some reason, I’m not. In fact, I’m not sure if I’m even mad at all…
Sure, I’m indignant and defensive. Who does he think he is to accuse me of trying to seduce him for the job? But am I mad at what he’s done to get me here?
The more I think about it, the more I don’t think I am.
I’d like to think it’s more than just the incredible massage he’s giving me right now. Sure, his hands are magic, as good as any CMT massage I’ve had before, and his pheromones have me going crazy, but am I really that shallow? I mean – this guy basically forced me to come here against my will. I should be furious!
But I obviously have no choice in the matter. If I can’t work at Melissa’s, I need to work here. It’s either that or go broke, so while I’m here, I
