Sienna
"Dad, you can't be serious", I pouted, following him out of his office. "This is the third time this week, Sienna. I'm going to have to put some restrictions on you". "As if only putting 5k in my bank account at a time isn't enough of a restriction", I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "First of all young lady, watch your tone with me. Second off, what the hell are you even spending 5k on everyday?", he turned to me, giving me a genuinely confused expression.
"Being pretty is expensive, Daddy. Please, just give me some money and I'll be out of your hair", I pleaded, wincing slightly at the facial expression he gave me in response. "I think your mother was right", he sighed, fixing himself a drink before walking back into his office. "What? How could you agree with that witch? She literally only wants to leech off of us. Hell, lord only knows how many times she would tap into my account if I made my own money".
"Sienna, that is your mother and she had a point. You should experience having to grind for your own money. Maybe then you'll appreciate that 5k a little more". I stared at him in disbelief. "You can't be serious. Where the hell am I going to find a job?", I plopped down across from him, pouting in disapproval. "I'll help you out with that. A business friend of mine mentioned looking for a PA", he hummed, deep in thought. "Are you suggesting that I be someone's servant?", I gasped in disgust, shaking my head. "No, its nothing like that. Think of Lexi", he said.
"You mean that puppy dog of a women that comes running at you beck and call? Yea, uh, no thanks", I rolled my eyes. "Well its either that or your going to have to go find yourself a job, and trust, this job you'd be making a lot more then any of these jobs you find around here". I sat staring at him in disbelief for a few seconds before sighing in defeat. "Fine". "Good", he picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Hello? How are you Harris? Good, good. Hey, are you still looking for someone to fill that PA spot? Yes, actually I do. My Daughter is looking for a job. How is tomorrow at 1 sound? Perfect, we'll see you then".
He hung up the phone and smiled at me. "Be here by 1 o'clock tomorrow", he said, sliding me a peice of paper. I sighed, snatching the paper off the desk and standing up. "You're welcome by the way", he called out to me as I walked out of his room. I was not in the mood to thank this man, nor was I going to be any time soon. I decided to get a drink since this would probably be the last time I get to go out late for awhile. I pulled up at my favorite bar and order my usual, sitting at the bar and conversating with my favorite bartender, Wyatt.
"Can you believe that shit?", I scoffed, tossing back my drink. Wyatt smirked at me while wiping out a glass. "You had it coming to you, Sisi. You knew better then to spend your money like that", he teased. "Its my mothers fault. She's always whispering in his ear, praying on my downfall". He giggled at my comment then straightened up as a man came in a sat down directly next to me. "A Gen and Tonic please", he asked, his deep and rumbly voice sending shivers down my spine. "Hey buddy, ever heard of personal space?", I scoffed, looking up at him.
He looked down at me, his expression looking as if he didn't even notice me sitting here. "No need to be rude miss, I simply didn't see you", he commented, looking unfazed. "Didn't see me? That's total bullshit", I frowned. "Really? Have you considered how small you are?", he said, hiding his smirk behind his cup. "Small? Do you see all this?", I gestured to my body, "Nothing about me is small, sir", I roll my eyes, turning towards him. He looked me up and down and all of a sudden my irritation was replaced with a tingle that trailed down my back and to the wanton heat between my legs.
"I guess so", he commented, his voice dipping lower. I shuddered. "What's your name", he asked me a second later. "Rose", I replied, placing my hand in his outreached one. He took my hand and kissed the back of it. "Dylan", he responded. I smiled up at him. Our intentions became very clear to each other as soon as we looked into each others eyes. If this was gonna be my last night of freedom, I might as well get drunk and fuck a sexy stranger that I met at a bar. After talking for a bit and having a few more drinks, we booked ourselves a hotel and spent the night ravishing each other till the early morning.
I woke up a few hours later and as quietly as possible snuck out of the hotel room, where Dylan was still sound asleep. While I didn't usually dip like this after a night of equally shared fun, it was already 10 o'clock and I knew Dad would have my neck if I came to the meeting looking the way I did. Once I got back to my apartment I freshened up, tossed back a few painkillers and grabbed my purse, headed out and straight to the meeting place with a few minutes to spare. At 12:53 I received a call from my father. "Where are you?", I said as soon as I picked up. "Good Afternoon to you too, Daughter", he scoffed. "Yea yea, where are you", I sighed, stepping out of my car. "Come into the lobby", he answered then answered to someone in the background.
I hung up the phone and walked into the lobby of the office build, looking around at the nice interior. Then I met the gaze of my father who looked me up and down with a skeptical frown. "What?", I huffed. "You couldn't have picked something more professional", he asked. "Do I look like I have a closet full of pencil skirts and blouses, Dad?", I asked him sarcastically. He sighed once again and walked me to the elevator. "Let's go up, we've kept him waiting long enough".
