Is Lexa leaving her old prison just to enter a worse one...or is Caelin Vass all he seems and more?
Vass looms before me right now. He's all broad-shoulders, brown hair, and searing dark eyes. Imagine a Celtic god in a three-piece suit; that's the general idea. We stand in his office—a place that's all plush leather chairs and heavy wooden furniture.
Sadly, Vass and I aren't alone. Some chick in a kimono kneels before him. She toys with his belt buckle with ill intent. And by ill intent, I mean she's about to give my potential employer a blow job.
In his fancypants office. Right in front of me.
Wish I could say this is the first time something like this happened. It isn't. I also wish I didn't want to punch Kimono Chick in the throat and take her place.
Yet I do.
Still, I must stay away from Vass' pants and get this gig. Why? It pays one hundred grand a month. For someone like me, that money's literally a life-saver.
Across the room, Kimono Chick smirks so hard, it's a wonder her face doesn't get stuck that way. "Join in or get out."
Meanwhile, Vass stares at me with a smoking hot look that makes my thighs clench. He knows the affect all this has on me.
Which leads to a big decision: do I go for the job, the belt buckle, or the door?