Thirty-Three

Chadwick

Sharon walked into my office, giving me a wink. I was tired of her constant flirtatious moves and couldn't wait for this deal to be over; her presence was making this simple software installation task very difficult.

She was putting on a tight red dress and heels, which screamed danger. The woman was beautiful, no doubt, a head-turner because some of my guys couldn't help stealing glances at her, but Chadwick Greene wasn't interested.

Women were incredibly complex. Even though I was being honest with Sharon, she kept pushing. She would call me evil and a liar the moment I decided to bang her and then dump her. She was pushing herself on me now that I was attempting to keep myself from getting into any controversy or heartache.

"Hi, Chad," she said, butting her eyelashes and throwing me a coy smile. I forced a polite tone.

"Have a seat, Sharon."

She did, placing her laptop on the coffee table, while I plugged in a USB cable to connect her laptop to the monitor.

"I'm so excited