I m Christina Davies,” I said, extending my hand. Turner leaned over and whispered loudly, “I would have tried to get you Garrett’s job, but they didn’t let me weigh in.”
I still was in disbelief. “Let me cut to the chase, Miss Davies. Crawl over here.” I leaned forward, crawling with my ass pushed up and out, trying to be as sexy as I could be. With a final desperate thrust, I felt my nose bury against the soft curls of his pubic hair. The only requirement was that she- or I- had to agree to work night shift exclusively, aside from having to appear in person to sign the contracts with the manager. “It’s only polite to help a lady,” he said with a chuckle. Still, both Maxwell and Garrett used their position to coerce sexual favors from you.
