Sinful Secrets
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Cosmic Chaos
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Good girl, Danny, has always played it safe. But when she struggles to find a job after college, she ends up accepting a job at her friend's fetish club, Sinful Secret. There she discovers a whole new world of freedom and release, as well as hunky Dom, Evan. But past traumas aren't ready to let her go just yet. Could Danny's newfound freedom and power be in jeopardy?
Sinful Beginnings
Iām sitting in the lobby at Hartford & Associates law firm, waiting to be called back for my interview. My fingers nervously play with the end of my ash-blonde braid as I try not to fidget in my seat. This is my first big interview since graduating college three days ago, and Iām so ready to get it over with.
I really need this job. I worked hard maintaining my grades and following the rules for four years to get my degree, and now that I have it, Iām finally ready to start living. But trying to survive off a part-time, minimum-wage job isnāt the best option.
āMs. Casidy? Mr. Lambert will see you now,ā says the receptionist.
I stand up, smoothing my hands over my knee-length, black pencil skirt. Theyāre shaking.
Shitā¦ Maybe Iām not ready, I think as I enter the office with Evan Lambert on the nameplate.
āHave a seat, Ms. Casidy.ā
The man behind the desk is beyond attractive. Even sitting, I can tell heās tall and well-built. His cool, brown eyes command my attention, and his dark-brown hair looks like he has been running his fingers through it repeatedly.
I slowly walk to the chair in front of his desk and take a seat.
āThank you. I appreciate the opportunity to interview for this position.ā
He gives me a curt nod and looks back down at my resume, barely glancing at me.
āLooks like you just graduated with a degree in criminal justice but have minimal relevant work experience. Have you any field experience?ā
His bored, condescending tone is making my blood boil.
āNo, sir. It was hard to get any experience when no one wanted to hire me without the degree, but now that I have it, no one wants to hire me without work experience. Seems like a catch-22 if you ask me.ā
Oh shitā¦ Me and my damn mouth.
āI didnāt ask you, Ms. Casidy. Unfortunatelyāā
A sudden knock on the door startles me.
āEnter,ā he demands. Mr. Lambert seems annoyed by the interruption.
The man that enters is tall, with black hair pulled into a sexy little man bun and piercing blue eyes. His expensive suit hugs his muscles tightly.
āHey Evan, we going to get lunch soon?ā he asks.
What the hell? Is every man in this building built like a Greek god?! Donāt stare, Danny. Donāt fucking stare!
āIām about finished here. Iāll meet you in the lobby,ā Mr. Lambert says, fingers massaging his temples.
Heās clearly not interested in offering me a job, and Iām not about to sit here and be treated like Iām beneath him. I rise from the chair.
āMs. Casidyāā
I shoot him a pointed look.
āNo, I think weāre done. You have no interest in hiring me, and I have no interest in being degraded for my lack of experience. I wish I could say I appreciate that you took the time to see me, but I think we both know that would be a lie. Good day, Mr. Lambert.ā
I exit his office quickly, the door slamming behind me. As I walk by the reception desk, the woman behind it gives me an apologetic look. She must be fully aware of how much of an asshole that man is.
I leave the building and make my way down the street to the small diner on the corner where my friend Carla works.
āHey, beautiful! Take a seat wherever you want. Iāll be right with you!ā Carla shouts as soon as she sees me walk in.
I head to a booth in the back and slide in.
āItās quiet in here today,ā I say when she makes her way over.
Carla gives me a scolding look, her big, brown eyes narrowing.
āDonāt say that! Itās like walking into an emergency room and saying, āItās a slow night.ā Then suddenly, half the city comes in!ā
I shake my head at her and take the menu from her hands.
āCan I get a coffee, hun?ā
She nods at me and walks back behind the counter, grabs a coffee cup and the carafe, and heads back over to me. The door opens, and several people enter at once, causing me to giggle softly.
āSo, how did the interview go?ā she asks as she pours me a cup.
I roll my eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh.
āI donāt have enough field experience. And the guy was an arrogant dick. Good-looking as all hell, but fuckā¦ā
āWell, if they canāt see how lucky theyād be to have you, then itās their loss,ā she says with an apologetic smile.
I finish looking over the menu and hand it back to her.
āCan I just get a club sandwich to go? I need to get back so I can finish moving my shit out of the dorms.ā
She nods, then bends down and kisses my forehead.
āOf course. I know weāve talked about it before, but Chaz has been looking for a few people to work at the club. Itās good pay and full-time hours. Why donāt you come with me tonight and talk to him?ā
My cheeks burn just thinking about Chazās club. From what Carla tells me, itās kind of like a gentlemanās club but with a little something extra. She didnāt go into detail, but just the thought was enough for me to push it off.
Iāve always been the good girl and donāt have much experience in that department. What kind of job would Chaz even have for me? Would I have to dance or strip or worse? I sigh as I look in my purse and realize I barely have enough cash to cover my lunch.
āSure. Any job is better than the one Iāve got,ā I say.
We laugh as she walks back and hands my order to the chef. I watch as she scurries around, taking orders and tending to customers. Then I see him. That brown-haired, godlike asshole, Mr. Lambert, and heās looking right at me.
