Free Gorgeous Rotten Scoundrel by Nina G. Jones Page A

that?"
    "Don't put this on me! You keep pushing me to drink and to have fun and to loosen up. I cannot loosen up. We have a working relationship. There is no room for us to be loose with each other."
    "We're both adults and I don't prescribe to arbitrary rules."
    "You are something else. You know that? Arrogant, pompous...piggish!"
    He leaned in closer and closer. Oh no, it's happening again.
    "Piggish? I've been called a lot of things, but never piggish. Where do you come up with this shit?"
    "Happy to be your first."
    "You want me to kiss you."
    "No."
    "Then stop me."
    He leaned in to kiss me, and I sort of, kind of, pushed back. But I'll admit, it was a weak attempt, because dammit he's so fucking hot and his kisses taste like sex. If there was a sex-flavored popsicle, it would be called the Heathsicle. Maybe we could do this just this once and get it out of our systems, I thought to myself, pulling him in by his shirt collar as we kissed.
    He moved to my neck, kissing it so softly, and it made everything tingle. I cannot believe I am making out with a supermodel . He buried his face into the crook of my neck, kissing softly, but pausing in between, caressing my skin with his warm breaths.
    Why is he doing this to me? It's like he knows I have a weak spot for narcissists.
    He ran his right hand up my thigh, pushing my dress up. All I had underneath was a thong, a flimsy shield for a sex machine like Heath Hillabrand. He grabbed my ass firmly, pressing me up against him and when I felt his huge hardness through his jeans, the reality of the situation began to sink in, but not nearly as much as when his fingers slid into me.
    Oh god, oh god, oh god. This is the point of no return, get your shit together. You cannot be this fucking weak, Sadie.
    "Okay, we have to stop," I said, pushing him away from me, as a I panted for air. My skin was prickly all-over with sex tingles and my body so wanted to keep on, but that sliver of sober brain I had left would not let me move forward.
    "You're killing me..." Heath said, stepping back. I don't think anyone had ever stopped him before.
    "I am not one of these skanks you bed. You don't go around kissing that Illy bitch, wink to her and tell her you'll see her later, and then kiss me. That's not how I operate. This milk does not come for free!"
    Heath laughed his careless laugh. "Who wants milk? What do you want from me?"
    "I just want us to be normal. Obviously I am attracted to you, but I see how you are and I do not get with guys like you."
    "Except in the garden, and just now."
    "What do you want from me? Why are you so persistent?"
    "I don't know, but I feel like I have to have you. It's hard work so I really wish I didn't. You're exhausting."
    "Well it's not going to happen. I know all you are looking for is some tail. What baffles me more than anything is you seem legitimately surprised. How could I think you are more than just a man-whore after my first night here, when you brought those two girls back?"
    He sighed, recalling that night. "I thought you were asleep"
    "How could I have slept though all of that commotion? That's besides the point. Since I have arrived, you have treated me in a way that is not acceptable in an employee-employer relationship."
    "Likewise. You didn't seem repulsed a minute ago."
    "Maybe this arrangement is not going to work out. I should have found a way to make it to Houston."
    "Are you quitting?"
    "I don't know."
    "God you are indecisive," he said, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and placing it in his mouth, unlit.
    I didn't know what to do at that moment. I was worried about Brock, and I felt guilty, like he needed me. However, the truth was, I was Brock's chef. Not his physical therapist. He had family to fall back onto and doctors to attend to him; why would he need me, too? This Heath situation was more confusing than I had anticipated. He was crude, horny, inappropriate, vile, loose, and yet, I knew it was there: the basest, purest