His Rules

What was the saying? If you wanted to get over a lying, cheating jerk, get under a chiseled hunk of a man.

That hadn’t been my intent when I’d accepted a job interview in my hometown. But that’s what happened. One night with a tall, dark and handsome stranger with muscles of steel and piercing eyes. One night, no names and no contact information before I began my new life.

Since the job listing included ‘taming the savage beast’, I knew I’d have my hands full, but I was up to the task. I was thrilled with the offer, eager to fulfill my dream. Until my new boss waltzed into the room and reality sunk in. The sophisticated, arrogant older man was not only my passionate fling but also my father’s best friend.

We agreed to ignore the incident, determined to forget the past. Only to him. rules didn’t apply. While our days were strictly professional, our nights were unbridled, his domination endless. That’s when he decided not only to taste but to take the forbidden fruit as his own.

Now, I played by his rules.