David overturns two buckets and sits on one of them. I
cautiously follow suit and sit on the other. “Were you serious last night when
you told Bill that you were interested in working for him this summer?” David
“Yes, sir,” I respond, wondering why he’s asking me this.
It’s not like it matters to him, but the way he leans in as he talks to me, I
start to feel like he truly cares.
“Austin, you don’t have to call me sir. I’m just David,
okay?” I nod and find a spot on the floor to hold my attention because I’m
terrified to look into his eyes. He’s too close, too friendly, and already he
makes me want things I shouldn’t with him. “Good. Now, I want you to come to
dinner with me tonight.”
I stand so quickly that I kick the bucket out from behind
me. Everything I’ve been thinking about David is obviously way the fuck off
base because now he’s trying to bribe me. Fuck that. I storm down the driveway,
ready to give up the only opportunity I’ve had to save myself because I’m not
going to let anyone play games with me. Before I make it halfway to the street,
David’s hand is wrapped around my arm, pulling me back.
The urge to spin around and deliver a jab to his chiseled
jaw is somewhere just below the surface. I clench my eyes closed, taking a few
breaths as I remind myself there’s no one to bail me out of jail if I do hit
him and he presses charges.
“Get. Your hands. Off of me.” Rather than listen to my
demand, David’s grip tightens when I try to jerk away from him. Now, I’m
pissed. I turn on my heel and shove David away. “I don’t know what fucked up
game you’re playing, but I’m not about to be your little bitch boy. If me
working for Bill depends on me being at your beck and call, tell Bill I’ll find
something else. I’m not a whore.”
David stuffs his hands in the pockets of his oh-so-sexy,
perfectly distressed jeans. And the arrogant fuck looks as if he’s about to
laugh at me.
“Is that what you truly believe I am trying to do?” David
asks. I swallow hard, regretting saying anything. No, I don’t really think
David’s trying to buy me, but no other scenario makes any sense. “Austin, look
The tip of his finger crooks beneath my chin, forcing me to
lift my gaze. What I see terrifies me more than the thought of trading my body
for a job. David seems genuinely hurt by my accusation. Rather than apologize,
I walk away. I’m not running this time, but I have to get someplace where I can
sit before my knees buckle beneath me.
I sit on a boulder beside the house and David pushes me over
as he settles back as well. “Austin, what is this about? Have I done something
to offend you or make you feel uncomfortable?”
Has he? No. Yes. Fuck, I don’t know anymore. If I sit back
and really think about it, he’s been nothing but kind to me. “No. Don’t mind
me, it’s been a rough month and I’m a bit stressed.” I chew at the inside of my
lip to stop myself from saying anything else. David can’t know why I’m
stressed. Yes, I’m ashamed of my life as it is right now, but if no one else
knows, I don’t have to see the pity in their eyes.