Despite saying she’d visit Bryce, Summer didn’t show up at the office the next day. Evan smirked at his desk, listening to all his coworkers lament the fact that they didn’t get to see their “lunchtime sunshine.” Ugh. Their worship of Summer made him kind of nauseous but at the same time, it gave him an odd sense of pleasure because the girl they bowed down to bowed down to him.
With his footage of her dirty bachelorette night fling, Evan had Summer literally on her knees. He could tell her to do anything — maybe kneel under his desk and deep-throat his cock while he pretended to work. Or maybe sit on his lap and let him play with her pussy while he continued his online search of where to go on vacation.
Evan could do whatever the fuck he wanted to Summer.
But before that, he needed her to at least show up to the fucking office.
“Wait a goddamned second,” Evan muttered to himself, realizing his own sheer idiocy.
He had just blackmailed his boss into keeping him on the payroll. He had just blackmailed Summer yesterday into jerking him off topless. Why the fuck did he still think he needed to play by any sort of rules?