Free The Job (Volume One) by Dawn Robertson Page B

his mouth. I extend my arm and accept his handshake, but do my best to avoid eye contact with him.
    He knows immediately he has intimidated me. Just like he did last week when he pulled a gun on me and robbed me of the four hundred dollars he had handed me for my services . I never thought I would see him again. I never thought I would have to deal with the scumbag he is again. I never in a million years would have pegged him for a freaking lawyer, let alone a prominent local attorney!
    It makes me stop and think how many other scumbags on that website are just like him. Taking advantage of women who are desperate.
    “Denise, I’ll handle the interview myself. You just work on that file we talked about last night,” he says to her and starts walking in the direction of a closed door. “Miss Alexander, if you would follow me.”
    Everything in my head screams at me to run and never look back. But I know I have to go through with this. If I scream, the secretary will surely hear me and come to my aid. At least I hope.
    For the second time in a week, I am making a shitty choice and I just pray it doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass. I should have known that life was just too perfect. Something was bound to come in and fuck it all up. It always happens that way.
    I rise and follow him slowly. Once inside the office, I sit in the chair he points to while he closes the office door. I watch out of the corner of my eye to make sure he doesn’t lock the door. Not like there is much I could do if he did.
    “I have to admit, I never in a million years thought I would see you again,” he says with a chuckle. “But, I also have to admit… this is a very pleasant surprise. You’ll fit in marvelously in this office.” He smiles and I cringe as he rounds his desk to sit down in his oversized, and surely overpriced, chair.
    “I’m not interested in the job.” I say in defiance of him and he laughs at me.
    “Oh, sure you are. Or you wouldn’t be here. And guess what, Madeline?” He pauses just to leave me hanging on his words. “You are going to take this job. You are going to love this job and if you don’t, I’m going to go to the police about your side business.”
    Is this douche really trying to blackmail me into taking this job? What the hell is his deal? I’m unsure of what I should do. I can’t afford this guy going to the police. I just can’t. I would lose my children to Drew, and I am sure the controversy it would cause would cost me my relationship with Brian. On the other hand, would this guy actually throw himself under the bus? Would he ruin his own reputation just to get back at me? I am sure someone with his social stature in our town could easily make it through the reporting process without getting personally involved. Cops are shady, and lawyers are even more shady. FUCK!
    “What do you want from me?” I ask him, not knowing why he is going to go to great lengths to keep me around.
    “You see, Madeline. You have something that I want. That little show you put on for me the other day was good. Really good, and I plan to have the real thing right here in this very office. When I want it and how I want it.” He is blackmailing me to be his in-office sex toy? This just keeps getting better and freaking better!
    “I’m not doing that anymore. It was a mistake on my part and I’ve stopped.” I admit to him, hoping that would deter him from whatever kind of arrangement he is trying to force me into.
    “You can’t quit being a whore. It doesn’t work like that.” He counters with a snide attitude.
    “Yes, you can. And I did. After you pulled a gun on me, I stopped. You don’t know anything about me.” I am getting more bold with my words and I am hoping he doesn’t punish me for it. He holds so much over my head right now and I don’t know what to do.
    “I have to give that to you. I don’t know much about you. But, I am going to learn as much as I can while you are working for me. You