Chapter 6 #2
“No, but I doubt he’d need to hire me to try and get some.
He’s really good-looking. Like, super tall, amazing big blue eyes that you could just take a deep dive and drown in.
He has this dark blond, silky hair that only models have.
And he's tan, and he's fit, and… oh, my gosh, I should quit, shouldn’t I?” My stomach churns as I realize that I’m extremely attracted to Max Spector.
He’s an arrogant asshole, but there’s also a spark to him that intrigues me.
“Well, you literally just got the job,” she says. “So I don’t even know if you have to quit. You can just not go back if you think there is more than a job offer going on here.”
My heart thuds at the thought of never seeing Max again. “But I want to go back. I even met a really cool girl, and she’s most probably going to be working there, as well."
"How did you meet a cool girl already?"
"Skye is her name, and she was going to the audition, but she decided she didn't want to audition either because she also needed money, so she came with me to the law firm.
She also got me a weekend job, so I don't even have to work at the law firm that long, even though I'll be dancing and popping out of cakes maybe, but—" I take a deep breath as the words tumble out of my mouth incoherently.
"Slow down, Lila. I have no idea what you're talking about. You're going to be popping out of cakes? For the law firm? Are you sure this is a real firm?"
"No," I say slowly. "My new friend, Skye, told me about another job she can help me to get. She works bachelor parties on the weekends and—"
“What? No way! You’re not going to be a stripper. Lila, I’m not going to let you be a stripper. I will make you take money from Jackson and me.”
“No, she doesn’t strip. We’d just dance around. It’s nothing sordid, I promise.” I cross my fingers behind my back because, in actuality, I have no idea exactly what will occur, but I’m willing to try it at least once.
“How do you know it’s not sordid? You’ve never even done it.” Zara is too smart for her own good.
“Because I trust Skye, and she said it’s not dirty like that, and you trust me and my intuition, right?”
“Yeah. What’s trust got to do with anything, though?"
"If I get to one of the parties and they're expecting me to give a naked lap dance, I will leave."
"But why do you even need to do this other job if you're working at a law firm now? I'm so confused."
"I'm working at the law firm because I need money, and it pays well, but I don't really think I'm going to like the job because Max, my new boss, is really annoying. Even though he's good-looking, he's really condescending, and he already drives me up the wall."
"But you just met him."
"I know, but again, I don't know why he hired me. I think he thinks I'm crazy. But I really don't think he wants me for sex because I don't think he needs any woman for sex because he can get any woman wants."
"He’s that good-looking, huh?"
"He's gorgeous," I say, sighing. "Even better looking than Jackson or Ethan."
"Really?" I hear the disbelief in her voice. "You think he's better looking than my very good-looking fiancé?” She pauses, and I can tell that she’s trying to figure out if I’m joking or not.
"I mean, yes, but that's why he's your fiancé and not mine."
"Touché," she says. "So you have no idea why he hired you?"
"I don't know why. Maybe he felt sorry for me, or maybe he's attracted to me a little, or maybe he really does want a dominant-submissive relationship with me, and he's just not admitting it."
"Girl, you need to stop reading those romance books." Zara bursts out laughing. "Your mind is in the gutter."
"It's not my fault! It's TikTok. At least I'm not obsessing over a stalker or a serial killer who wants to make me his next victim/lover."
"Girl, I never understood why people would actually want a stalker.
Like, what about that is romantic? Oh, is that you hiding behind my house and sneaking into my bathroom to watch me shower and killing every delivery man that comes to bring me food?
No, I don't think that's weird. Thank you for loving me so much. "
"Zara." I giggle. "You're awful."
"I just think standards for men have really gone downhill if that's what women want."
"It's not that we want that, we just don't want these fuckboys that seem to be occupying the dating pool these days."
"Not every sane man is a fuckboy, Lila."
"You're only saying that because you have the world's best boyfriend.
Single women like me want an adventure. We want a fantasy.
We want someone to grab us and pull us to the side of the room and run their fingers down our bodies and kiss our necks, and—" I pause as I realize that there's an old man walking next to me who is obviously listening to my conversation.
He winks and flicks something off his top lip before saying, "I'll kiss you all over, Kiki.” He laughs like he thinks he’s being funny.
I blush and shake my head before quickening my step. "Anyway, maybe I shouldn't be having this conversation as I'm walking down the street."
"Why are you walking down the street if you just got a new job?" Zara's back to sounding confused.