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“So I used a service. What’s the big deal?”
“Privacy issues.” He was angry. “Did you forget you work for a law firm?”
“No, sir. Sorry, sir. Won’t happen again, sir.”
“You bet it won’t,” he growled. “If it does, you’re out.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Also, you need to get yourself to my house within the next hour.”
“What?”
“I need someone to help me with some work.”
“But I’m out with my friends and I’m drunk so I can’t drive and—”
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes to pick you up.”
“But you don’t know where I am…” My voice trailed off as I remembered that I’d told him earlier where I was going. “But I’m off work for the day.”
“You’re skating on thin ice, Polly. I will be at Colorado’s Finest Beers in fifteen minutes. Be outside waiting.” And with that, he clicked off the phone.
“That was my boss. He’s mad I used a transcription company, and now he wants me to work,” I spat out angrily. “He said he’s going to come and pick me up in fifteen minutes and to be waiting outside.” My voice rose. “He is such a jerk.”
“Don’t do it, girl.” Chelsea shook her head. “This man sounds like a tyrant.”
“I’m not going to go outside like some sort of submissive bitch.” I shook my head. “I’m an intern, not his personal assistant or maid. He can’t tell me what to do.”
“He is really overstepping.” Chelsea nodded. “What a jerk.”
“I can’t believe it,” Natasha added. “Maybe report him to HR?”
“Yeah, maybe.” I made a face. “I don’t really know what I would say.”
“I wonder what work he wants you to do tonight?” Lily asked.
“Most probably wants her to give him a massage.” Chelsea laughed. “A naked massage.”
“Chelsea!”
“What?” She shook her head. “It’s evening. What else does he want but a good time?”
“I don’t know.” I shook my head. “But he knows I have a man.”
“What man?” Lily asked, and Chelsea just shook her head.
“She doesn’t really have a man, but she told him she did.”
“I think he respects my pretend relationship. I bet he just wants me to type notes or something. This sucks ass.”
“I do think he’s professional,” Natasha added. “I don’t think he’d try and do something.”
“Ooh, maybe pretend you want to,” Chelsea said, her eyes alight with mischief. “Maybe you offer to give him the massage to lower his stress.”
“What?” My eyes widened.
“Tease him and taunt him and make him wish he wasn’t playing around.”
