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said. “I’ll get these papers redone for you.”
“Give Bill a call in legal,” Cole said. “He’ll help. That’s your hint for the day. Make sure I get a good drink and a good set of papers. Or else your first day is your last.”
Cole stormed out of the office.
I had no idea what happened to Elevator Guy.
To make matters worse, Connie and Jen kept texting me, coming up with a plan to find Elevator Guy so I could have sex with him on the elevator.
I didn’t have the heart to tell them that Elevator Guy was my new boss.
And that he was meaner than the devil.
And that I actually hated his guts already.
Chapter One
Maya
MONTHS LATER
I faced the shower curtain and closed my eyes.
I pictured the beach.
That did nothing.
I chewed on my fingernails.
They were already chewed down.
I opened my eyes.
I slowly turned.
I skipped my reflection in the mirror and looked down to the sink.
There it was… balanced on the edge of the bathroom sink…
“Fuck,” I whispered.
The pregnancy test was positive.
Chapter Two
Cole
I waited in the narrow hallway of the pretend upscale bar.
The place had the look and feel of prestige and businessmen coming for a drink after a long day of work, but everyone knew the truth.
This was the kind of place you went to find someone to fuck.
And there was nothing wrong with that.
It was one giant game.
The women on one side.
The men on the other.
An invisible someone waving a green flag.
Go, people, go…
My right foot rested against the wall, my tie undone, looped around my neck like a sleeping snake.
The hallway had large-framed, old pictures of the city.
A walk through the decades and centuries.
It was almost cliche.
I wasn’t in the mood for a history lesson or some nostalgia.
The door directly across from me finally opened.
When Maggie saw me, she gasped and covered her mouth.
That lasted all of a second because she then hurried to touch her hair.
She wanted to look nice for me.
She wanted to look perfect for me.
Something I never said she needed to do, but it was also something I never told her not to do.
Believe it or not sometimes silence was the greatest power.
“Come here, darling,” I said in my ultra-smooth voice.
I touched her wrists.
“I look like shit, Cole,” Maggie said.
“You look stunning,” I said.
“I look like a stressed out bartender.”
“What’s stressing you out tonight?”
“It’s busy,” she said.
“That’s good. Busy is money.”
“You slipped me a note to meet you here to talk about money?”
“In a way, yeah,” I said. “But first…”
I pulled her closer to me and moved my hands to her face.
She leaned into me and bit her lip.
She smelled like sticky booze and sweat.
Her dream in life was to become a lawyer. Bartending at a place like this was a lot of money and she couldn’t pass that up. She told herself she was going to go to law school soon. My best guess was that she was going to work here for a very long time.
I brushed my lips to hers. Then down to her neck. My hands slid down to her tits and I squeezed them through her shirt and bra. Maggie hated her chest, which maybe was a little flat. She wore a heavily padded bra to give an appearance that wasn’t all that true. Then again, at a bar like this, we all weren’t totally truthful.
My right hand moved down her body and touched the front of her black pants. They hugged her body so fucking tight that I just simply followed the curve of her pants and nestled my hand between her legs.
She jumped to her toes and giggled.
“Dammit, Cole,” she purred. “I can’t right now. I’m not on a break.”
“Of course,” I said. “My bad.”
Maggie stepped back and touched her hair again. “What the fuck are you doing?”
I closed in on her again. My right hand touched the small of her back. “Listen to me. The guy I’m with…”
“The cucumber guy?” she asked.
“Mr. Pickle,” I said.
“Yeah. Sure.”
“Listen to me, darling. He’s got a lot of money. And I want it. So you’re going to feed him drinks like they’re free. Because to him, they are. This is a no ask situation. If I see his glass ever get empty, I’ll text your sister and fuck her.”
“You’re an asshole, Cole,” Maggie snapped. She pushed herself away. “Why would you say that?”
“It got your attention,” I said. “And I bet your sister is the more successful one, right?”
“Fuck you.”
She started to turn and I hurried up behind her then pulled her