Guilty Pleasure

14 | Do You Blush?

2 days until rent is due

I think back to what Elias said yesterday at that cafe. He'll willingly give me five thousand dollars only if I can prove that I didn't enjoy our smooch that one night in his office?

Did I though?

I mean, to be honest, I was the one who came onto him. I just couldn't help myself, I could just feel the tension between us and the heat from his breath.

But he was tempting me!

If I could take back that kiss I would, without hesitation - but the damage has already been done. Now I have to prove to Elias that what we shared was nothing more than a 'business transaction.'

Damn him and his seductive charm.

Why did I have to come into contact with him? My life was already shitty enough without him in it and now I have to deal with the sensual fantasies of a wealthy businessman!

I start to sigh as I exhale a breath of both defeat and despair, my shoulders steadily rising before they fall back down.

What would Ruth say if she were here? Hell, I know exactly what she would say: "A hot, rich millionaire wants you to be his lover and you're having second thoughts? If you don't want him, I'll take him."

Yeah, that sounds like something she would say. She'd be too caught up in her wild fantasies of him to actually understand the reality of the situation. Elias only wants to use me for his own distasteful needs and then pay me like I'm some cheap hooker!

Well actually, expensive hooker.

I mean, a guy like him has more than enough money than anyone could possibly ask for and yet he chooses to flaunt it around in hopes that some desperate woman will run to him and become his 'toy.' I can only imagine what that arrogant bastard has them do.

I guess that makes me his new toy.

But I need this money. This is the quickest way that I can get the money that I need before the due date. I am so ashamed that it has come to this, I'll never forgive myself for this decision.

But how exactly do I prove to him that I didn't enjoy our . . kiss? Obviously me telling him that I didn't isn't going to suffice with someone like him. He likes to play games and beat around the bush.

Me and him are such polar opposites.

I'd rather him come straight out and tell me what it is he wants from me rather than toying with me using his seductive tactics.

Oh my God, what if he's really into that kinky stuff like in Fifty Shades of Grey and he's a real-life Christian Grey? I don't want to be his Anastasia! I don't want to have to sign a contract and become his submissive sex slave! The sheer thought of it sends chills up my spine - and not in a good way.

What if he's secretly a mass murderer who gets his kicks by seducing young women before killing them! It would be perfect because I don't have any family and my only friend is miles away. My body would be long gone by the time she found me - no one would even know that I was missing!

Endless thoughts swirl around in my head of all the possibilities as to what Elias could be planning but I finally come to my senses and realize that maybe I'm just overreacting.