Prologue
I tapped my pen on the desk in continous rhythm while I stare at the stack of papers in front of me. My teeth dug on my lower lip, begging for mercy, as I try contemplate where I could start.
This is too much. Mr. Hemmings is being too hard for me. I don't know if he is doing this on purpose because of what I did in the club or he's just a natural asshole. Too bad, I think he's hot so he can't go to hell yet. If he happened to be a balding scumbag, I could've cursed him and smile as I say, “rest in peace”.
I felt my phone dinged under my palm catching my attention. Master of the Asshole Community, is what the screen says. Yes, it's my boss. No more, no less. He got that title after being such a jerk to me for three weeks straight. Pretty much deserving.
I picked up the phone and put my passcode, as it opens, my eyes instantly flew wide open as I read his text.
Miss Skylar, I'm surprised. You sent me a picture of yourself. Not just any picture though. On purpose or not, nudity asks for a punishment. See you after work hours.
Fuck.
