Page 30 of Hunt Me

After glancing at the receptionist, I slipped my hand inside my briefcase, pulling the note I’d found on the coffee table. Short and sweet, his written words left no room for misunderstandings.

We wouldn’t see each other again and in truth, that was probably best. The girl who’d allowed herself to be spanked and dominated certainly wasn’t the woman sitting in the posh outer office of one of the most respected law firms in Las Vegas.

Plus, I didn’t think if I was lucky enough to get the job, I’d have any time for a personal life. Oh, wow. Something new and different.

Not.

I’d spent the last seven years studying, working and preparing for my life after college.

Myideal’nyy angel,

Last night was unexpected and I can truly say one of the most enjoyable evenings I’ve had in a very long time. You are truly perfect in every way.

M

M. As if our passionate evening would remain our little secret. How ridiculous and unlike me, but I planned on keeping the words of endearment. For some reason when I’d found the note, I’d swooned like some lovesick girl. It was silly really, but when I’d realized he’d taken my thong with him, I’d been stunned.

I’d also squealed.

I fingered the paper, allowing myself to remember the highlights, including our conversation. Canadian bacon, mushrooms, and extra cheese. Exactly the way I preferred my pizza. Now I wished he hadn’t blindfolded me. At least I could cherish images of his naked carved body instead of the way he looked in his tailored suit.

Which was also sexy as hell.

Sighing, I shoved the beautiful interlude from my mind.

Now I had to get a job.

I wouldn’t be able to keep turning my father down forever. At least being offered a job would silence him, hopefully for good. Sadly, the ‘job completely beneath my skillset’ as my father spouted off wasn’t good enough to keep him from nearly demanding I work with him.

Granted, working as an administrative assistant while moonlighting delivering food or groceries to people wasn’t going to help me pay off my student loans. Almost every penny was going to the rent. The apartment I shared with my sister wasn’t huge by any stretch of the imagination, but it was pricy.

As was gas, food, and clothing. Including one of four new suits I’d purchased less than a week before. I had to look the part,professional yet edgy. Meanwhile, I was losing hope I’d find a job in the state let alone my hometown.

I ran my finger over the cursive writing, marveling at how readable the note was, another rarity. Most guys wrote like my gynecologist scribbled.

“Miss Rork?”

“Yes?” I jerked my head up, immediately slipping the note back into its hiding place.

“Mr. Jenkins will see you now.”

“Thank you very much.” I stood and hated the fact my legs were shaking. I’d never been very good at interviews although I should consider myself a pro by now.

“I’ll take you.” The girl led me down a hallway to the very end, opening the door and smiling. “There you go.”

“Thank you so much.” I walked in, uncertain what to expect. I’d done my homework on the firm, but you could never know the tone of the meeting before going in. Every law firm was different.

The man stood at the window staring out into the Las Vegas early afternoon sun. He certain didn’t seem as if he knew I’d walked in.

I remained where I was, quiet as a church mouse.

But I was annoyed.

And becoming more so with every passing second. While I understood the man’s time was valuable, I’d heard every excuse in the book about why I was not right for the job or the company or the team atmosphere and I was fed up.

“Excuse me. Mr. Jenkins. I had an appointment over thirty minutes ago. Would you prefer I come at another time?”

He didn’t respond right away. As a matter of fact, he acted as if he had no intention of responding at all. Mark Jenkins came from a long line of attorneys, his father and grandfather defending some of the most notable corporations in Nevada. I’d heard he was a straight shooter, although my best friend had mentioned they had some notorious if not questionable clients.