Sinfully Delicious

20.

I nearly choked on my coffee when the question burst from him like a stray bullet.

"So, who are you screwing?"

His bluntness was jarring, throwing me off balance as I considered whether I had misheard.

"Sorry... what?" I asked, my voice barely masking my confusion.

"Zoe, who's hitting it?" he pressed, unabashed.

This wasn't the kind of chit-chat I was prepared for, especially coming from my boss.

"Um, no one?" I replied, my voice wavering, half-questioning the absurdity of the conversation.

His gaze intensified the moment the words tumbled from my lips. There was something disarming about the way his eyes sparkled—cute, for sure, but it was the bold energy they radiated that unsettled me.

"Can I hit it then?"

Whoa. If the devil ever strolled into the office, I bet even he couldn't have anticipated that.

Jaffar, of all people?

I must have misheard.

"You... you want to...?" I stammered, struggling to fathom his audacity.

"Yes. You're beautiful, I must say. I wouldn't mind you sitting on my face," he replied, a devilish grin curving his handsome lips.

I was utterly captivated, my mind spinning in disbelief.

"I'm serious, Zoe. Just think about it and let me know by evening. Now, how many more copies do we need to fill?"

My heart plummeted, twisting uncomfortably in my chest. I found myself questioning which part of me had ever suggested that I could be a mere side piece to a man like him.

This was Jaffar—a man who could shift from desire to business with the ease of a seasoned pro. I was furious, not just with him, but with myself for how he viewed me. What did he expect my reaction to be? I was angry, but a deeper turmoil brewed beneath. After all the heartbreak I had endured, I wondered if love was just a myth, a delusion I had clung to. Wasn't it about time I began thinking like a businesswoman?

By three in the afternoon, we wrapped up, and I retreated to my station outside his office. Truth be told, I hadn't given his outrageous proposition any thought until now; it loomed in my mind like an unopened letter.

Then the phone rang.

"Coffee, please," came the command from the other end.

Wait a minute. Was that a 'please' I just heard? The mighty Jaffar couldn't possibly know courtesy.

"Have a seat," he gestured as I placed the steaming mug on his desk.

"So, what would you like in exchange for sex?" he asked, unabashedly brazen. The audacity was staggering.

"Huh?" was all I could manage, struggling to keep up.

"I want to have fun with you—attachment free. But not for free."

I stared at him in stunned silence while he continued, "Obviously, we wouldn't date. You've got someone, and if it hasn't hit you yet, you'll soon hear the gossip. So, in short, I'm not the dating type."

I was dumbfounded, grappling to digest his explicit terms.

"A new car? Monthly payments while the deal stands, and an extra two months just in case we tire of each other?" he proposed, a tempting offer that sent my mind racing with fantasies of freedom and finances.

I felt my silence stretching into agreement.

"Good. I'll take your silence as a yes. Expect your first payment soon."

I excused myself and returned to my desk, the weight of the situation crashing down around me.

Of course, my silence meant yes.

I was hungry for pleasure and cash—a dangerously intoxicating mix. I needed new clothes and a car to liberate myself from the hassle of begging Sasha every morning for a ride.

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