I'll admit it. I messed up.
Mistake #1: Asking Peter Barnidge for a job. Mistake #2: Accepting his offer instead of throwing it in his face like I planned. Mistake #3: In the interest of stopping before #99, I'll pretend the only other mistake was withholding one, tiny little nugget of truth during my interview.
Peter Barnidge . . . I wish it was easier to just plain hate him, instead of the twisted, confusing blend of hatred and attraction I feel. He's the kind of hot that makes me want to do that Catholic cross thing every time I look at him, because one glance takes my brain straight to a world of sin.
Speaking of sin . . . I also lied a little during my interview. But I'm a single mom and I'd do anything to provide for my daughter, even if it meant keeping one tiny little secret. I think it's only a matter of time before he finds out, and somehow, I don't think he's going to be happy when he does.
Contains mature themes.
