Free Sex, Lies & Her Impossible Boss by Jennifer Rae Page B

never knew what was going on behind closed doors and think about how Cash could kiss her like that then tell her he didn’t like her. Dismiss her, as if that kiss had been nothing. But to her it wasn’t nothing. She’d felt as if she liked someone as much as they liked her, despite what he said. Faith couldn’t ever remember that happening. In the beginning, she’d thought Mr Turner had liked her—he’d said he did. But he hadn’t. He’d used her and she’d paid for her stupidity with shame, humiliation and expulsion. Since then she’d managed to keep her heart fairly safe. She only kissed men who liked her more than she liked them. That way she wouldn’t get hurt. That way she could control how she felt.
    When her phone rang it made her jump. One look at who was calling and her heart started to pound harder.
    ‘I’m on a job,’ she said without saying hello.
    ‘Where are you? I need you to come back to the office. I have to bump your show forward—I want it on air tomorrow night. We have a gap.’ Cash sounded impatient.
    ‘I’ve barely started. I can’t get it done by tomorrow.’
    ‘I’ll help you. What do you need? Matty’s cricket special has gone pear-shaped and I need to fill the gap.’
    Of course—because helping Matty out was more important than producing a quality show.
    ‘I’m still researching, I haven’t started taping yet.’
    ‘No problem. Tell me who to call—I’ll help you organise it.’
    ‘My cameraman is busy with someone else. He won’t be available till tomorrow.’
    ‘Then I’ll be your cameraman.’
    ‘No.’
    ‘I’m not asking, Faith.’
    Faith clamped her jaw shut. She didn’t want to talk to him. She didn’t want to see him and she certainly didn’t want him hanging around with a camera for the next twelve hours. But he was the boss, and she had to keep this job—so she had to let him help even though the words tasted sour coming out of her mouth. ‘Call Miss Kitty. I’ll meet you there in an hour.’

ELEVEN
    Miss Kitty let them back into the dungeon and closed the door. Faith had managed to track down two out-of-work actors to play the parts of this particular fantasy and she was glad they were there when Cash turned up.
    He’d taken off his tie and rolled up his sleeves so his forearms were showing. Faith flicked her eyes to his golden skin. She remembered the feel of the veins in his arms under her fingers. Her palms tingled at the memory of his soft hairs brushing past her hand and the way his biceps tensed as she ran her hands over them. Right here. In this room. Faith stepped backwards, away from Cash, away from her memories and away from that damn cage that stood in the corner—leering at her, taunting her.
    ‘OK, Kieran and Julie—over there,’ she ordered as the two scantily clad actors moved to the red sofa in the corner. ‘We’ll just finish setting up the lighting then I want you, Kieran, to get on top of Julie and pin her arms down.’
    Cash was silent as he busied himself with the lighting and set up the camera. He seemed to know what he was doing.
    ‘Not your first time taping sex?’ she asked, keen to get the upper hand by letting him know she definitely didn’t have any butterflies when he looked at her.
    ‘It is actually, but not my first time behind the camera. I started out as a cameraman.’
    Faith stopped plumping the cushion. She hadn’t known that. ‘You did?’
    ‘Yes, for the regional news in outback Queensland. A mate of mine was the reporter and he asked me to come and hold the camera one day. I liked it so I made it my job.’
    ‘You lived in outback Queensland?’ Cash was a city boy. Suits, slick hair, expensive shoes. She couldn’t imagine him as a rough and ready outback cowboy. But then again, with his tanned forearms and his hair a little tousled... She squinted—imagining him on a horse. Maybe she could.
    ‘My father owned a sheep station. I was planning to spend my life as a sheep farmer