Have you reconsidered yet?
I smile at the text message, even though I shouldn’t. Kieran walked me back to my house about an hour ago, and very persistently asked if he could take me on a date tonight. I told him that I had work, and he suggested that I quit my job.
I know he’s only kidding, but I know he’s sort of not kidding, too. Where does it end with him? He has so much money, he’d probably write me some outlandish check this instant to get me out of working for Connor. But is that not entering into the same kind of deal I’m just starting to work my way out of? Is it not just another mild form of prostitution?
Not that I’m sleeping with him yet. But that tryst in the park was so hot, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out.
Can’t, I text him. Have to work.
Tomorrow, then? Brea
