"Well... I just feel like, it's more satisfying to earn your money. After all, the wool comes from the sheep, right?" At crucial moments, Victoria's mother's flawed logic really comes in handy.
"Earning MY money?" Hank Clegg's eyes darkened, his upright body leaned towards Victoria once again, instantly enveloping her under his towering figure, "Miss Talkington, if you want to earn my money, why would you demean yourself to work in a lowly secretary position at the company?"
Victoria had anticipated this response, she wanted to step back, but the wall was right behind her.
Hank Clegg's body was almost leaning on top of her. His voice grew softer, carrying a hint of indescribable allure, "Miss Talkington only needs to come to my bedchamber every night. I promise you can make several times more money than what you would as a secretary. And, I can also make you physically and emotionally satisfied..."
