Chapter 15 : Rescued

Sharon’s POV

I didn’t think much of it when the director asked me to follow him into his office. I figured he was impressed by the dedication and patience I had shown. I assumed he wanted to go over some details about the investment, and maybe ask a few more questions. Nothing could have prepared me for what I had been locked into. The way he looked at me, like I was a piece of meat, waiting to be devoured. Every alarm bell in my mind had gone off. I had to get out of there.

I felt his tongue smear the side of my face, causing me to almost gag in response. "You taste just like butterscotch," the director's hoarse voice murmured, only inches from my face. He leaned in to kiss me, and I spun with all my strength and broke free from his grasp.

I made for the door and fumbled with the handle, but it was locked. My heart sank. “Let me go,” I said, trying to sound firm, but my voice wavered.