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“I’m quite sure if you asked me anything right now, I would have no choice but to give it to you straight.”
His eyes dance in delight. “Ask me anything,” he whispers darkly.
“What?” I frown.
“Go on. What do you want to know about me?” He raises a single brow. “Off the record, of course.”
I bite my bottom lip to bite back my goofy smile. I like this game. “Okay.” I pause for a moment as I think. “Do you like your women wholesome and pure, or dirty and slutty?”
Satisfaction flashes across his face, and I realize that I just played straight into his hands. He used the truth serum tactic to see what I really wanted to know: his taste in women.
Shit, I need to up my game if I’m going to keep up with this master manipulator.
He sips his scotch and the air swirls between us. “I like the first to act like the latter… but only for me.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. God, good answer. What would he be like in bed with all this dominant power? “Oh,” I mumble. I get a vision of him naked, and suddenly, I can’t think of an intelligent reply.
Think…
Think…
Say something intelligent.
“Wholesome sluts must be hard to find these days,” is all I manage to come up with.
He throws his head back and laughs deeply, I find myself smiling like an idiot. Then his face falls serious. "Go to bed, Miss Brielle, before this game of truth or dare turns sour."
I drain my glass and stand. “Yes, of course. Thank you, Mr. Masters. I really do appreciate you giving me another chance. You will never find me in your bedroom again.”
He licks his bottom lip as he watches me intently. Sitting on the stool, in his suit with his just fucked hair, he looks nothing short of dreamy.
Electricity zaps between us, and we stare at each other for an extended moment.
Abort mission. He’s old…er… he’s your boss, and you are obviously intoxicated.
Truth serum may also be code for fuck serum.
I stand abruptly. “Thank you, I’ll leave you in peace. Enjoy your night, sir.”
Without looking back, I scurry to my bedroom. Once inside, I lean on the back of the closed door.
My heart is pounding in my chest
Thank God my job is safe.
I have twenty-one days left to secure it.
Don’t blow this, Brielle.
I wake to a thudding sound outside. My room is still somewhat dark, although the sun is trying to rise outside.
Bump.
Bump.
Bump.
What is that noise? I remain still for a while longer, until I hear it again.
