Chapter 4

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We had another scotch together and toasted my employment. I was feeling light-headed and happy. I wondered if he’d put something into my drink, an upper that caused me to giggle. I felt lighter and complacent and spirited with laughter and easy and…

“Are you drunk, Shane?”

I laughed, “I don’t know.”

“Will you take your shirt off for me?”

I did, without a thought. I pulled it off and dropped it onto the floor.

He scanned my tan body from nipples to navel. His lips slowly moved as he counted my toned abs and gazed at the treasure trail of hair beneath my navel. Finally, his eyes roamed back up to my rounded pecs.

“Do you like my chest?” I asked, giggling.

“I do.”

“Do you want to see more?” I laughed, feeling dizzy and wild.

Seriously, he responded, “Of course I would like that.”

I swear there was something in my scotch. Poisoned. Drugged. Manipulated. I was being taken advantage of, I thought, believed, interpreted.