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But I wanted her with me. And it was starting to show.
Rein it in.
“Scared of what will happen if you come home with me tonight? You didn’t look afraid last night when you were riding my thigh.”
I knew that was the wrong thing to say as she kept silent, and I also knew I needed to get to work. The detour had given me just a few extra minutes with her, but it was time to go back to the real world.
I pulled into my spot and looked at her just before she got out of the car.
“Pearl, do what you want to do. Go back to your apartment. Spend the night. Your actions have consequences. One of them will be that you will have to make yourself come… without me.”
She looked at me for a second before getting out and shutting the door behind her.
That had also been the wrong thing to say. For some reason, I felt like I had to apologize to her. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.
I had learned the hard way that apologizing was for the weak, and showing weakness only made everything worse.
People would latch onto it as soon as they saw even a hint of it and exploit it for all you were worth.
People would beat you up because they knew you wouldn’t fight back.
Chapter 8
Pearl
Iset my stuff down on my desk as I stewed.
Emerson wanted to control my every move, and then she didn’t give a shit.
I was not allowed to walk alone when I’d been doing it for years, but then I could do whatever I wanted.
I mean, could she pick a lane and stick to it?
And can you make up your mind too? Because you want to do your thing, but then you get all pissed off when she lets you go instead of demanding you stay.
And I hadn’t even been thinking about sex. Until she brought it up. As if it hadn’t been enough that she’d been in my room choosing the clothes she wanted me to wear while I showered last night and hadn’t even tried to come in.
Just imagining her barging into the bathroom had me hot and bothered.
Which only made it—and her—even more infuriating.
But I still wore the clothes she picked anyway.
After getting acquainted with some of the people and reading some of the HR paperwork, and even as annoyed as I was at Emerson this morning, I had to admit the job she gave me was pretty comfy.
My desk was just outside her office, and I had my very own computer. Totally new, and the newest model—one I’d never been able to afford. I made a mental note to buy one tonight and have it shipped to Emerson's house. It would definitely make a difference with my classes starting.
The walls of her office were all made of glass, so I allowed my eyes to glance at Emerson in her element. Whenever she needed privacy, she would darken the glass.
Emerson was exactly like I thought she would be at work. She took charge, ignored most people, and for those who dared come close, it was like she had this aura about her that scared people away.
Surprisingly, that didn’t work with her immediate team. They weren't scared of her.
Funnily enough, even though she was a bully to me, she never scared me either.
It was nice to see Emerson in her groove. I didn't know much about office jobs, but some of the emails I’d read so far had been shocking.
Millions of dollars spent in contracts with people I’d never heard of but that, after researching them, I realized were richer than Emerson and all her companies combined.
