Her Office

Bethany

Bethany moved toward her new office like a zombie, her mind trying desperately to work through the last few words her stepbrother Damon had spoken to her. His voice had been filled with conviction, the seriousness of his gaze leaving her to wonder if he hadn't meant everything simply from a business perspective.

He had certain needs, and she would be required to know them and fulfill them, as it seemed every other woman in the company was busy trying to do.

Did Kent know that his son was pimping out the women of their accounting firm for his own perverted desires?

Or had Damon simply meant that, as the CFO, he would need her to be on her toes, to work fast, like he did, and keep on top of things? Those were needs, too… Maybe she was trying to make something sexual out of it because he was by far the most good-looking man she'd seen in her short life.

"Here's your office. The laptop is yours to take with you. The cords are all there, and the phone is already set up." The recept