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Nanny for the Mercenaries
Shared by the Billionaires
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Nanny for the Firemen
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Her Lucky Charm
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Unwrapped
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Hail Mary
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Triple Play
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Christmas Package
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Smolder
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Full Contact
The Proposition
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Shared by her Bodyguards
Triple Team
All In
Five Alarm Christmas
Drilled
Broken In
Pyromancer’s Path
Warrior’s Wrath
Mage’s Mercy
Tinker’s Trial
Ranger’s Risk
Shadow’s Savior
1
Ginny
Michael
I need to get out of this place, I thought while gazing out the window of the penthouse condo. This
unit was at the top of the Omni Building, the tallest skyscraper in Fort Perth, New Mexico. The condo
was two stories with lots of open air, and a gaudy spiral staircase leading up to a loft. It was at least
four thousand square feet, far too large for any one person to live in, but tonight it was filled with
nearly a hundred people. The lights were turned down low and music thumped from the speakers by
the DJ stand. I could barely hear myself think.
I hated these sorts of things, even in the best of circumstances. I would rather relax with a small
group of friends. I had gotten all of my partying out in college.
“Sir, can I get you something?” the bartender to my left asked. He smiled cheerfully from behind a
very stocked bar. “The drink of the evening is a whiskey soda, but I can make anything you would
like.”
“Sure, whiskey soda,” I replied.
While he made my drink, I turned my view from the windows to the giant projector on the wall that
was showing college football. Baylor versus Texas A&M. Neither team was good this year, but it
was better than trying to socialize.
“Mikey! What are you doing over here by yourself?”
I turned to my buddy August Cunningham. He looked sharp in a lean-fitting suit that was different
from what I had seen him wear at work today. “I’m getting a drink.”
“You’ve been over here getting a drink since we got here,” he replied. “You look like you’re at a
funeral.”
“I’d rather be at a funeral,” I replied. “There’s like a hundred people here.”
“Yeah,” he said in a confused tone. “It’s a party. They usually have people.”
“Bachelor parties are usually smaller. I don’t even know the groom very well. Neither do you.”
He put an arm around me and took my drink from the bartender. “Who cares? Relax, have a drink,
and enjoy yourself.” He shoved the drink at my chest.
“I’ve reached the upper limit on my fun levels.”
August shook his head. “Erin really pulled a number on you, didn’t she?”
The mere mention of her name summoned a circus of emotions in my head. “This has nothing to do
with Erin.”
“It’s been over a month,” August insisted. “You need a rebound.” He patted my chest. “You look
like a cologne model for Armani or some shit.”
“Sorry, August, but I’m not going to bang you.”
He barked a carefree laugh. “Fuck off. A guy can compliment his best friend without it being gay.
The point I’m trying to make is you could have any woman you want. And not just any woman at this
party: any woman in Fort Perth. It’s time for you to move on.”
“I’d like to move on from this party,” I muttered, but I knew he was right. Since we had become
friends in middle school, August could always read me like a book with size 48 font. I needed to
move on from Erin. She had certainly moved on herself—all the way to New York City, some two
thousand miles away. I had to get her out of my head.
Easier said than done.
“You wouldn’t understand,” I said, pausing to take a long pull from my whiskey soda. “You’ve
never dated anyone longer than two weeks.”
August gripped his chest like he was wounded. “That hurts, Mikey. It’s also completely inaccurate.
Audrey and I dated for three weeks.”
“Wow, I stand corrected,” I said sarcastically. “You’re a regular Danny Tanner.”
“Who?”
“The dad from Full House.”
He scrunched up his face. “What’s Full House?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sometimes I wonder how you float through life without knowing these
things.”
“Because pop culture is stupid. I know things that matter, like the closing price of the NASDAQ
today, or the exact amount of assets we’re currently managing at the New Mexico Community
Foundation.”
“I thought you said work was off limits tonight?” I pointed out.
August made an annoyed gesture. “It is off limits tonight. You got me ranting. Come on, let’s go
watch those guys play beer pong.”
We watched beer pong for a while, which brought back lots of memories from college. August and I
jumped into the next game and got all the way down to the last cup, just barely losing. After that, I
wandered away. The college football game up on the projector was a blowout, with Baylor losing by
thirty points—much to the dismay of the party hosts. A cluster of guys were standing around a laptop
while watching the game, so I got close enough to overhear their conversation.
“Let’s check out the prop bets,” one guy was saying. “Here. I’ll put ten on Baylor to get a
touchdown in the fourth quarter.”
“Then I’m putting down twenty on the A&M quarterback rushing for a touchdown,” another guy
said.
“Why such small stakes?” a third guy chimed in. “Whoever wins their bet first has to chug a glass
of Fireball whiskey.”
“What if neither of us win?”
“Then you both chug a glass.”
“You’re on.”
I winced when I saw the laptop screen. They weren’t betting ten and twenty dollars on those
wagers—they were betting ten and twenty thousand. And they considered that small. I couldn’t
imagine spending that much money on a flippant sports bet. I didn’t grow up rich. If not for my
scholarship, I never would have gone to a big college. Unlike August, I’d had to grind for everything I
had in life.
I shook my head. That wasn’t fair. August may have been the son of the CEO where we worked, but
he was a good guy. Smart, and a hard worker. And most importantly, he was a good friend. He’d
always had my back. Especially after Erin. He gave me a hard time about needing to move on, but
those were just words. I didn’t know what I would have done without him to help me recover from
that breakup.
He was getting another drink at the bar, so I walked over and clapped him on the back. “Have I
mentioned lately how much I appreciate you?”
August turned and smirked at me. “Go on. I like having my ego stroked almost as much as other
parts of me.”
“Thanks for dragging me out tonight,” I said. “I’ve been sitting in my apartment a lot lately. It’s
good for me to get out. You were right.”
He bit his lip. “Keep going. I’m close.”
I punched him in the arm. “Fuck you.”
“Fuck you too, Mikey,” he said with a grin.
The DJ music trailed off, and the host of the party climbed halfway up the spiral staircase so that he
was looking down at everyone. “I know everyone’s having a good time, so I’ll keep this short.”
“You know all about keeping things short!” August shouted, holding his thumb and finger about two
inches apart.
The host flicked him off while everyone laughed. “We’re all here to celebrate my best friend,
Spencer, allowing himself to be tied down. Or rather, we’re celebrating Spencer finally finding
someone who will put up with his bullshit!”
The crowd chuckled appropriately. Spencer, the man for whom this bachelor party had been
thrown, blushed and rolled his eyes.
“Seriously though, we’re all happy for you, pal. You’re a lucky man, and Wren is a lucky woman.
Ever since we were roommates together at Baylor, I knew you would find the perfect woman
eventually.” The lights dimmed a little more. “But you’re not married to Wren yet, so I’ve arranged
for some very special entertainment tonight. Especially after that garbage football game.”
I groaned. I was twenty-seven, and had never been to a bachelor party before, but I’d had one
experience with a stripper. One of my teammates on the football team in college hired one after we
won the Orange Bowl. Most awkward hour of my life. I looked around the condo for an escape route.
“No, no, I know what you’re thinking,” the host said. “But it’s not a stripper. Strippers are broke.
This is bespoke.”
The projector, which had previously been playing the Baylor football game, suddenly went black.
When the feed returned, it showed a bedroom. A woman was kneeling in bed, and she was wearing
black lingerie. Long red hair was visible, but her face was a strange blur—even when she moved. It
must have been some kind of video filter.
“We’ve got a special treat for some of our viewers tonight,” she purred. “A new toy. And it has a
very special name on it.”
A few cheers went up in the crowd as the woman got out of bed and strutted out of sight. When she
returned, she was holding the biggest dildo I had ever seen in my life.
“Baylor colors!” someone realized. “Nice!”
“This thing is massive,” she said while hefting the thing. “I’m told it’s a replica of… Spencer
Gilroy. Spencer, you’re a gifted boy! Let’s put this guy to the test…”
The group of gathered guys roared as she twisted the dildo to show the name Spencer Gilroy
written on the side in big black letters. “If that’s a replica, then it’s definitely not to scale!” August
shouted, which drew more jeers. Several people smacked Spencer on the back as the woman lowered
the sex toy down between her legs.
“Her information is on the laptop,” the host shouted. “Feel free to join the feed on your phone and
leave comments. And if you really like what you see, there’s a link to give her a tip.”
“Tip?” August shouted. “Why not give her the whole thing?”
Everyone laughed, but I turned away and downed the rest of my drink. This felt less sleazy than a
stripper, but still left a bad taste in my mouth.
“What’s the matter?” August asked me. “I thought you liked redheads.”
“Oh, I love redheads,” I replied. “But this… it’s kind of gross. I hate that a woman is doing this on
our behalf.”
“She’s providing a service in exchange for money. Just like the girl who makes my coffee every
morning. That’s capitalism, baby. Nobody’s being exploited here. Hell, sitting in front of a webcam
and jacking off all day sounds like my dream job.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” I said. “I’m sure there are some guys out there who would pay to
watch you.”
“Is that supposed to deter me? I don’t care if it’s women or dudes watching me.” He stood up a
little straighter. “I’m comfortable enough in my sexuality.”
I shook my head. “But no, I wasn’t talking about her being gross. I don’t blame her for following
the money. But the guys paying her… it’s weird.”
August rolled his eyes. “Sex work is the oldest profession. As long as the sun rises every morning,
there will be lonely guys paying women to take off their clothes and touch their penises. It’s a
physical transaction.” He gestured with his drink glass. “I bet you wish you and Erin were just
physical. Then you wouldn’t be so emotionally wrecked.”
I sighed wistfully. “That’s the thing about love, August. High risk, high reward.” I looked at my own
empty glass. “Can we get out of here now?”
August looked at his watch. “We should stay a little longer. Don’t want to make it seem like we
popped in only to make an appearance. You want another drink? I’ll get us some more drinks.”
I watched him walk away, and didn’t really know what to do with myself. There was another game
of beer pong going on at the dining room table, but I wasn’t in the mood for more of that. I gazed
through the floor-to-ceiling windows at downtown Fort Perth, and the centralized square where
people came to take photos, eat food, and go for a stroll after dinner. The laptop on the table was now
crowded with guys giving tips to the camgirl on the projector.
My eyes drifted up to her.
She had an incredible body. A modest chest, but curvy in the hips that gave her a natural hourglass
figure. Her lingerie accentuated all of this flawlessly. And the way she moved…
I didn’t even care that she was playing with a sex toy. It was the way she grinded and gyrated on the
bed that had me mesmerized. The rocking of her body in time with the soft music. Even though her
face was blurred out with some sort of filter, I was completely, totally transfixed by her. There was
something captivating about this girl. Even though I was in a room with a hundred other dudes, and
even though she was streaming this to who-knows how many other people on the internet, for a few
moments it felt like she was doing it just for me.
For a few precious moments, I forgot all about my ex.
“Atta boy,” August said when he returned.
“What?”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “I see the way you’re watching her. You’re into it.”
“She’s hot,” I said casually. “And it’s up on the projector. It’s tough not to watch.”
“Whatever you say.” August glanced at the screen. “I didn’t have you pegged as an ass man.”
“I’m a full-package man,” I replied. “Body, brains, personality.”
August rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure you are. Me? I’m all about that ass. Can’t get enough. My dream
is to die with a girl sitting on my face. Just totally smothering me until all the life goes out.” He sighed
happily. “Way better than old age.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re such a romantic.”
“Aren’t I?”
The woman on the projector screen glanced over her shoulder. It seemed like she was looking at
the art above her bed, an unframed print of pink splotches that looked like modern art, but then turned
to face the camera. “Back real soon, lovelies. Don’t go anywhere. I promise we’ll have some real fun
when I return.” And then the screen went black.
Half the guys in the room groaned. “What the actual fuck?” the party host loudly complained. He
bent over the laptop and tapped the keys. “Did this bitch really just cut the feed?”
“Hey, relax,” Spencer said. “She’s probably changing into different lingerie or something.”
“I paid big bucks for this show,” the host argued. “She can’t just take a break in the middle of it.
This isn’t the fucking DMV.”
“Gotta love technology,” August said. “You wouldn’t have this problem with an in-person
stripper.”
“Yeah, yeah, we get it,” I said. “You hate technology and don’t even own a cell phone.”
“I don’t want to be a slave to my devices.”
“Were people a hundred years ago slaves to books just because that was the only entertainment they
had?”
He glared at me. “You’re just trying to rile me up.”
“Only because it’s so easy!” I teased.
“I’m just saying, there’s a lot of cases of data privacy issues. Facebook got busted for using cell
phone mics to listen in on people’s conversations and then target ads to them. Not to mention GPS
tracking data. Conspiracy nuts think vaccines have tracking chips in them, but why bother when
everyone carries around a smartphone that transmits all that data to Big Tech?”
“You’re the one who sounds like a conspiracy theorist,” I said, knowing it would get a rise out of
him. “Next you’ll tell me you think birds aren’t real.”
August clenched his jaw. “Birds aren’t real is a joke conspiracy. It exists to make fun of all the
other stupid conspiracy theories. I don’t actually think birds aren’t real, except as a joke.”
“Right,” I said doubtfully.
The projector screen flickered, and the video stream returned. “Sorry about that, my lovelies,” she
said. “Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Mr. Spencer Gilroy…” She hefted the big green dildo with his
name on it.
“What the fuck was that!” the party host shouted. He seemed to realize that she couldn’t hear him,
so he bent over the laptop and angrily banged on the keys. “We’re not paying you to take piss breaks.
Stupid cunt.”
It may have been my imagination, but the woman seemed to flinch. Like she was reading the
comments as she went and saw what he had typed.
“We can’t let her get away with this bullshit,” the host announced. “Everyone, login to the feed with
these credentials and give her a piece of your mind in the chat. That’ll make her think twice about
ditching us in the middle of a show. Stupid cunt.”
Before I knew what was happening, I was striding toward him. “Hey, man. Chill the fuck out.”
“Hell no. I paid her a thousand bucks for a show with that Baylor green cock with Spencer’s name
on it. She’s trying to rip us off.”
“Making a big deal over a grand?” August said behind me. “You’re a wealth manager, home slice.
You make more than that in a day.”
“So what?”
“So, you’re throwing a temper tantrum for nothing,” August shot back at him. “That’s real tiny-dick
energy.”
The host whirled from the laptop ready for a fight. When he saw me, he hesitated. I had at least
forty pounds on him, and it was mostly muscle. Being a broad-shouldered former football player
meant people judged me all the time, but sometimes it had its perks.
The scowl on his face disappeared, and he let out a fake laugh. “Right, right. I’ll issue a charge-
back on my credit card. Won’t let this bitch scam me.”
It was the third time he had insulted the woman. I felt my fingers curling into a fist at my side.
Before I could make a decision I would regret, I turned around and disengaged. August gave me a
grateful nod in passing.
I went to the bar and got another drink. The host was a trust-fund baby. He’d gotten his masters at
Princeton, was making middle six-figures, and lived in one of the nicest penthouse suites in Fort
Perth. And despite all of that, he was going on a power trip because the feed went out for a minute or
two.
I never want to be like him. Even when I have money.
The girl was still gyrating on the bed like nothing was wrong, while sliding the dildo up and down
her pussy. I allowed the show to calm my nerves after the argument with the party host.
I had been heartbroken about Erin. I thought she was the one. It was the worst breakup of my life.
Even a month later, thinking about her created a sharp, pinching sensation in my gut. I hadn’t been able
to even look at another woman since then, let alone think about dating again.
But watching this girl on OnlyFans? I felt my pain melting away. Like it was medicine or
something. It was ridiculous. It made me feel shallow. What did it say about me that some random sex
show could heal my wounds?
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” August said. “Spencer’s already shitfaced and won’t remember
how long we stuck around. And I don’t want to be a party to whatever revenge tiny-dick is planning.”
“That’s the smartest thing you’ve said all night,” I said while letting him drag me away. Before
leaving the room, I glanced over my shoulder at the projector. The girl’s screen name was visible in
the corner.
ThiccGinger.
3
Ginny
I knew what I would see: the fifth option, live sex, was polling the highest by a wide margin. That
wasn’t surprising. Dancing on camera and playing with toys was one thing, but it wasn’t as hot as
actual sex.
For a while, the idea of that had terrified me. I couldn’t keep a boyfriend, let alone find someone
who would be okay with what I did—and then also want to be recorded on camera themselves. Even
with the face-covering filter I used. But after talking to other girls on OnlyFans, I discovered there
were ways to find guys for this kind of work. Professionals who would do whatever you wanted
without complication. It wasn’t technically prostitution. It was more like hiring someone to do
amateur pornography. Doing something like that with another person was incredibly intimidating, but
the upside was that I would make more money. A lot more money, which would accelerate how
quickly I reached my monetary goal, and could quit this line of work for good. I had even put out
some feelers to a few potential candidates. One of them, named Kai, had sent me a private message in
the last hour:
Hi, I am available any night after 8:00pm. I prefer to sit down and meet with you first, and get to
know each other, before deciding if we should proceed together. I can charge a flat rate per video,
or negotiate a percentage of earnings. Whichever you prefer. Let me know if you would like to
schedule a sit-down.
I read the message twice. Kai seemed nice—and he was hot, to boot. I also liked the idea of sitting
down to meet him before we decided to make videos together. That took some of the pressure off. But
still, there was a huge difference between making videos by myself in the privacy of my apartment,
and inviting another person to join me…
I’ll see how today’s job interview goes, I decided as I got out of the car. Then I’ll figure out
whether to expand my video options.
I strode out of the parking garage with purposeful steps.
4
Ginny
My job interview was in one of the few Fort Perth skyscrapers, a towering building of gleaming
green glass. There was a little cafe in the lobby, with a line of patrons waiting to buy coffee or
sandwiches since it was nearly lunch time. I asked the security guard behind the front desk where the
elevators were, and then followed her directions through the lobby and around a corner behind the
cafe.
The reflective elevator doors opened and I stepped in along with two women in pencil skirts who
had bought salads at the cafe. I tried not to stare as they chatted about the latest episode of The
Amazing Race before getting off on the 24th floor.
I got off on the 28th. There were glass walls with frosted letters announcing the offices for the New
Mexico Community Foundation. I stood up a little straighter, and took a deep breath. It was time to put
on a show, but a totally different one than I usually put on. And with considerably more clothing.
The administrative assistant at the front desk was chatting with another woman. Both of them turned
to smile at me as I walked inside.
“Hi, I’m Ginny Hanover. I’m here to see Allison Escobar.”
The older woman who was standing up extended her hand. “Pleased to meet you, Ginny. I’m
Allison.” She had thick blonde hair and wrinkles around her eyes. “You’re right on time. I like that.
Sometimes people show up way too early and it’s like, ugh, I’m not ready yet!”
“Heh, yeah, absolutely,” I said. “Being too early is almost as rude as being late.”
“I’ve got the conference room blocked off for the hour, it’s just this way.”
I followed Allison through another frosted glass door and into the spacious office. There were
individual offices along the wall with windows showing sprawling views of Fort Perth and the flat
New Mexico terrain beyond. A few men and women glanced up at us as we passed, but most were on
calls or bent over their computer keyboards, too busy to look up. Despite that, the vibe of the office
seemed really relaxed. Lots of people were wearing jeans, including Allison. I wondered if it was
always that way, or if it was because today was a Friday.
“Here we are,” Allison said, gesturing to a conference room. “Some other members of the team
might hop in if they get a chance, but for now it’s just us. What’s that you’re carrying?”
“It’s my resume, a cover letter, and several references,” I said, handing her the folder. She took it
and didn’t cut her finger open, I saw with relief.
“So well-prepared!” she said approvingly. “My grandson is nine and just joined the Boy Scouts, so
he’s learning all about being prepared. I also like paper copies. Maybe I’m showing my age, but
sometimes I get sick of reading off a screen! You can’t beat good old fashioned ink and paper. Sorry,
I’m rambling. I do that sometimes. Welcome to NMCF. Do you know about what we do here?”
“I did some research,” I said.
She continued speaking as if I hadn’t said anything. “We’re a non-profit that manages charitable
donations for wealthy individuals and estates. For example, a well-known businessman in
Albuquerque passed away last month—very sad, although he was 95, so it isn’t too sad. He left half
his estate to his children, and the other half was donated to us. He was passionate about animals, so
we will donate a portion of his wealth to animal-related charities every year. That’s not to say all of
our donors are deceased. Far from it! In fact, our largest donor is very much alive—I’m sure you’ll
hear all about her if you take the job.” She gave me a look that implied this donor was a lot of work.
“Maybe you can help me understand something,” I said. “Why wouldn’t they just donate their
money directly to a charity? Why go through a foundation like yours? I know that’s probably a dumb
question.”
“Not dumb at all!” she said happily. “Donors give us their money, and we invest it. We earn
interest, dividends, and general market growth on their money. That way their funds can persist for
years and years, and continue doling out grants to all the charities they support. That’s so much better
than a one-time donation to a charity.”
“Oh, I think I understand,” I replied.
“The role we’re hiring for is a grants administrator. Every week, we send out grants to various
charities and organizations based on our donors’ wishes. These grants have to be verified, processed,
and then mailed out. Nothing too technical! This is such a wonderful environment to work in, too. The
CEO, Mr. Cunningham, is such a wonderful man. So is his son August, the CFO. We have casual
Fridays, and breakfast tacos delivered to the office at least once a week. We have reduced hours in
the summer too—we leave by 3:00.”
I smiled and nodded along. Allison seemed to like to talk. When was she going to ask about me?
“You’re making it sound like I already have the job, and you’re trying to convince me to work
here,” I joked.
Allison gave a grandmotherly chuckle. “Well, we do want people to know how nice it is to work
here! There are two other candidates applying for the position. We already met with them this week,
so you’re the last interview.” She leaned forward. “We’ve been backed up since the last grants
administrator left, so we’re hoping to fill the position as soon as possible. August wanted to extend an
offer to the man who interviewed on Tuesday, but I insisted we be thorough!”
I swallowed heavily and forced a smile. “I’m glad you did. I have a lot of experience when it
comes to…”
I trailed off as the door to the conference room opened next to me and a tall, broad-shouldered man
stepped inside. I couldn’t help but gawk. He had sandy-blond hair and a strong jaw. He was wearing
a navy button-down with the neck unbuttoned, and tucked into jeans. The sleeves were rolled up,
revealing tan forearms with veins that popped out. He brought with him a spicy, understated scent.
Just the right amount of expensive cologne.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said to Allison in a deep rumble that vibrated across the air and into my
breastbone. “You-know-who had an emergency request with one of her grants. Which turned out to be
an excuse to get me to go to brunch with her.”
“She likes you,” Allison teased.
“Don’t remind me.” The newcomer finally seemed to notice me, and he did a double-take. My
breath caught in my throat: he had the most piercing blue eyes I had ever seen in my life. Like round
sapphires behind the tan planes of his face.
“Michael Bauer. Pleased to meet you.” His handshake was strong without trying too hard, and his
blue gaze lingered on me just a heartbeat longer than normal. Was it my imagination?
“Michael is our donor relations manager,” Allison explained. “The grants administrator position
will work closely with him.”
I’d like to work very closely with him.
I gave myself a mental reprimand. I was here for a job interview, not to ogle my potential
coworkers.
“You’ll have big shoes to fill. Our last grants administrator was here for two decades.” He settled
into the seat across the conference desk and picked up my resume from the stack of papers. “Let’s see,
Virginia Hanover…”
“Please, call me Ginny.”
“Are you from Virginia originally? The state, that is.”
“My mom was,” I replied. “She grew up in Charlottesville.”
He tilted his head to one side and gave me a small smile. Somehow, that cranked up his
attractiveness to a Level 11. “Charlottesville is my favorite city in the world. I went to the University
of Virginia.”
“That’s great!” I said. “I got in to UVA too.”
Michael frowned at the page. “I don’t see that listed here.”
“Oh, I didn’t actually go there. I just got in.” I hesitated, then decided I might as well explain
myself. “Out of state tuition was too much for me to afford.”
He grimaced and crossed his muscular arms over his broad chest. “No kidding. My parents never
could have sent me there on their salaries. Thankfully I got in on a football scholarship.”
Football. Nice. He had that physique for sure. He looked like he could knock somebody down
without flinching. Or throw a girl around in the bedroom.
Stop thinking about that, I told myself. This is a job interview. I had definitely been doing
OnlyFans for too long if sex was on my mind this much.
“I already explained the position and requirements,” Allison told him. “I was just about to go over
her experience.”
“I went to community college in Albuquerque,” I said, eager to talk about my qualifications. “I took
every single class they had on finance, statistics, and economics.”
“Did you get an Associate’s?” Michael asked in that smooth, deep voice. “I don’t see a degree
listed.”
“I didn’t get my degree,” I admitted. “I knew what I wanted to focus on. I couldn’t afford to waste
the money on classes that weren’t relevant to my future career.”
I winced as soon as the words were out of my mouth. Was I mentioning my finances too much? I
didn’t want to seem like I was playing up the poor-girl angle too much. Michael and Allison’s faces
were unreadable.
“I respect that,” he finally said, but it sounded forced. Like my lack of degree was a mark against
me. His deep blue eyes drifted down to the resume again. “You’ve volunteered for the past two years
at the Safe Haven Women’s Shelter?”
“Yes!” I said, seizing on the change of topic. “I started off doing basic work around the shelter, but
last year I began helping them with their finances. It was a great opportunity to put my relevant
education to use.”
“Safe Haven is one of our grant recipients,” Michael said. “It’s a great organization that does
amazing work. Holly is so passionate.”
“I worked directly with Holly!” I pointed to the printed papers in the manila envelope. “She’s
actually one of the people who wrote me a recommendation.”
Michael picked up the folder and read the recommendation, nodding as he did so. He flipped to the
next page, and then the one after that. “You have several recommendations, not just from Holly. That
definitely makes up for the lack of degree.”
“Honestly, a degree is only a formality,” Allison told me. “You have all the relevant experience,
which matters more to me.”
“This grants administrator position is fairly routine,” Michael said while perusing my documents.
His eyes flicked up to me for a brief instant. “You might get bored after doing the same thing every
week. How do you feel about that?”
“Bored?” I laughed. “Let me tell you about bored. My last job was working at Subway. Squirting
the same amount of mayo on two hundred sandwiches every day is true boredom. Compared to that,
this job is Disneyland.” I cleared my throat. “And of course, knowing I’m working for an organization
that’s doing good for the world helps.”
“Are you a people person?” Michael asked. “I do most of the schmoozing with our more needy
donors, but you will need to interact with them as part of your job, too.”
“I definitely consider myself a people person.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Even if you’re dealing with a donor who is calling you five times a day
with nit-picky requests?”
I’m used to handling annoying customers. I suppressed a smile and replied, “I have a lot of
experience with exactly that kind of work.”
“At Subway?” Michael clarified.
“Yes. At Subway. And the two other retail jobs I’ve had since graduating high school.” I smiled
broadly. “I can handle difficult people without an issue, I promise you.”
He nodded and closed the manila folder, then gestured with it. “I wish I had you with me at brunch
this morning. If you end up working here, you’ll learn all about one particular donor.”
Michael was gesturing with the folder, but the way he extended it toward me made me think he was
handing it back. So without thinking, I reached out and took hold of it, and pulled. He grunted as the
edge of the folder slid across his palm.
“Sorry, I thought—oh no,” I said. “You’re bleeding!”
“It’s only a papercu—oh wow,” he said as he looked down at his hand. A line of red had formed
and was beginning to trickle down his fingers. Panic flared up in me like lava from a volcano.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you!”
“What’s that folder made of, razor blades?” he hissed while cradling his palm in his other hand.
Blood was now dripping onto the conference room table.
Allison jumped up and ran to the door. “I’ll get some paper towels.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said in a rush. I stood up, but didn’t know what to do. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he said. “I’m a bleeder.”
“Everyone is a bleeder,” I blurted out. “That’s how blood works!”
Michael blinked at me. “Are you seriously yelling at me after you sliced my hand open?”
“Shit. Sorry for cursing. And sorry for yelling.” I grabbed my purse and began rummaging around.
“I have Band-Aids in here somewhere. I cut my hand on the folder earlier.”
“So you knew you were bringing a dangerous weapon to the interview.”
My eyes were probably as wide as they could open as I stared at him in shock.
“Relax,” he said. “I was joking.”
“I’m sorry.” I found the box of Band-Aids and hurried around the side of the table. “Here, let me
help.”
“You really don’t need to do that.”
I peeled off the protective wrapping and grabbed his hand. I was running on panicked instinct at
this point. I pressed the Band-Aid horizontally across the gash. “That’s not enough. You’ll need
another.”
“Ginny…”
“Two should be plenty, but maybe a third…”
“Ms. Hanover,” he snapped in a voice that commanded attention. “This is not helping.”
I looked down at his hand. The blood covering his palm kept the first Band-Aid from sticking, so it
was just sliding around on his skin. I lowered my second Band-Aid helplessly.
Allison returned with a stack of birthday napkins. “We’re out of paper towels, but we still had
some of these in the break room from Lisa’s birthday!”
Another man shoved in behind her. Unlike everyone else in the office, he wasn’t dressed casually—
he wore slacks, a dress shirt, and a vest over that. He barked a laugh at the scene in front of him.
“Allison said the interviewee cut open your hand, but I thought she was joking. Bold move,
drawing blood in a job interview. Holy fuck.”
“Language!” Allison scowled at him.
“Right, because that’s what matters right now, and not all of this.” He gestured broadly at the man
dripping blood all over the table.
Michael glared at him. “Thanks, August. Did you come to rubberneck, or to help?”
“Rubbernecking, please and thank you!” The man—August—ran a hand through his dark hair and
then crossed his arms. “Man, you’re bleeding like a stuck pig.”
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ERICA imbricata.
CHARACTER SPECIFICUS.
DESCRIPTIO.
REFERENTIA.
1. Calyx et Corolla.
2. Corolla et Stamina.
3. Calyx lente auctus.
4. Stamina a Pistillo diducta, antherâ unâ lente auctâ.
5. Stylus et Stigma, lente aucta.
SPECIFIC CHARACTER.
Heath, with beardless tips without the blossoms, which are pitcher-shaped;
cup double, clammy, tiled, coloured, and almost the length of the blossoms;
leaves grow by threes, even, appearing cut off at the point, and linear.
DESCRIPTION.
Stem shrubby, upright, a span high; the larger and smaller branches are
numerous, covered with leaves, and upright.
Leaves grow by threes, straight out, appearing cut off at the point, flat,
even, and having their footstalks pressed to the branches.
Flowers grow in bunches, generally three together, at the ends of the
smaller branches, hanging downward; footstalks the length of the cup.
Empalement. Cup double, pressed to the blossom, tiled: the leaves are
egg-shaped, clammy, and flesh-coloured.
Blossom pitcher-shaped, flesh-coloured at the mouth, which has its
segments blunt, small, and upright.
Chives. Eight hair-like threads, bent inwards. Tips beardless, and without
the blossom.
Pointal. Seed-bud nearly round. Shaft thread-shaped, the length of the
chives. Summit four-cornered.
Native of the Cape of Good Hope.
Flowers from July till October.
REFERENCE.
CHARACTER SPECIFICUS.
DESCRIPTIO.
REFERENTIA.
1. Calyx, et Corolla.
2. Calyx lente auctus.
3. Stamina, et Pistillum.
4. Stamina a Pistillo diducta; anthera una lente aucta.
5. Stylus, et Stigma, lente aucta.
SPECIFIC CHARACTER.
Heath, with crested tips, nearly within the blossoms, which are almost egg-
shaped, and flesh-coloured; the foot-stalks are very long, and coloured; the
leaves grow by fours.
DESCRIPTION.
Stem nearly upright, a foot high, and very much branched; the larger and
smaller branches grow zigzag, and spread outward.
Leaves grow by fours, are blunt, linear, smooth, and furrowed
underneath; with short foot-stalks pressed to the branches.
The Flowers grow at the end of the smaller branches, forming a close
bunch; the foot-stalks are very long, and purple, having three floral leaves.
Empalement. Cup four-leaved, which are egg-shaped, keeled, and
pointed.
Blossom nearly egg-shaped, bending downward, and flesh-coloured, the
mouth contracted, but slightly cut into four upright segments.
Chives. Eight hair-like threads, fixed into the receptacle. Tips crested,
nearly within the blossom.
Pointal. Seed-vessel nearly round. Shaft thread-shaped, and without the
blossom. Summit four-cornered.
Native of the Cape of Good Hope.
Flowers from July, till October.
REFERENCE.
CHARACTER SPECIFICUS.
DESCRIPTIO.
REFERENTIA.
SPECIFIC CHARACTER.
Heath with tips two horned at the base and within the blossom, the shaft
without; blossoms flask-shaped, an inch and a half long, the segments heart-
shaped and spreading; flowers growing by threes mostly; leaves grow by
threes, are three-sided, awl-shaped, upright and spreading.
DESCRIPTION.
Stem thread-shaped and upright; the branches are quite simple, thread
shaped, long, and spreading.
Leaves grow by threes, are three-sided, sharp, awl-shaped, sawed at the
edge, pressed to the stem at the base, spreading towards the end, and forming
six angles.
Flowers terminate the branches generally by threes, grow horizontal,
and in bunches; the foot-stalks are purple, having three oval, coloured floral
leaves.
Empalement. Cup of four leaves, which are egg-shaped, clammy, and
purple.
Blossom, clammy, an inch and a half long, the upper part cylindrical,
swelled at the base, and pinched in at the mouth; the segments spreading,
nearly egg-shaped and very large.
Chives. Eight hair-like threads. Tips two horned at the base, tapered to
the points and within the blossom.
Pointal. Seed-bud egg-shaped and furrowed. Shaft thread-shaped and
without the blossom. Summit four-cornered.
Native of the Cape of Good Hope.
Flowers from July, till November.
REFERENCE.
1. A Leaf, magnified.
2. The Empalement, magnified.
3. The Empalement, and Blossom.
4. The Chives, and Pointal.
5. The Chives detached from the Pointal, one tip magnified.
6. The Shaft and its Summit magnified.
ERICA lateralis.
CHARACTER SPECIFICUS.
DESCRIPTIO.
REFERENTIA.
1. Calyx et Corolla.
2. Calyx, auctus.
3. Corolla.
4. Stamina, et Pistillum.
5. Stamina a Pistillo diducta, anthera una lente aucta.
6. Pistillum, lente auctum.
SPECIFIC CHARACTER.
Heath with crested tips, within the blossom; which is purple, between bell
and pitcher-shaped, flat at the base; foot-stalks very long; flowers grow in
umbels at the end of the branches, point all one way and hang down; leaves
grow by fours, are blunt and very smooth.
DESCRIPTION.
Stem shrubby, upright, grows a foot high; branches nearly simple, twiggy
and thread-shaped.
Leaves grow by fours, linear, blunt, almost three-sided, thickish, very
short foot-stalks, which are pressed to the stem.
Flowers grow in umbels, at the end of the larger and smaller branches,
nodding, all pointing one way, and are purple; foot-stalks thrice the length of
the flowers, coloured, and three small floral leaves upon them.
Empalement. Cup four-leaved, leaflets small, pressed to the blossom,
fringed and awl-shaped.
Blossom approaching to bell-shape; the lower part flat, and purple; the
segments of the border are blunt and rather upright
Chives. Eight hair-like threads, turned inwards at the upper part. Tips
crested, deep purple, and within the blossom.
Pointal. Seed-bud turban-shaped, furrowed, glandular at the base. Shaft
longer than the chives, without the blossom. Summit four-cornered and
greenish.
Native of the Cape of Good Hope.
Flowers from August, till December.
REFERENCE.
1. The Empalement, and Blossom.
2. The Empalement, magnified.
3. The Blossom.
4. The Chives, and Pointal.
5. The Chives detached from the Pointal, one Tip magnified.
6. The Pointal, magnified.