“Hey now…” Mark started to look distinctly uncomfortable. “That’s not really the sort of response I expected from you.” He didn’t look so sure anymore, even started to put his dick away before his eyes hardened up.
Cassidy was wiping the tears from her face. She still couldn’t believe what the hell she was seeing and even worse, what she was hearing. What a complete asshole.
Her boss took a step towards her. “The time for games is over. Get down on your knees if you want to keep your job. I’m your boss and your behavior is just plain rude.”
Any hint of humor evaporated in an instant. “I’ll tell you what’s rude…you taking out your thing is rude. You’re right, you’re my boss which means what is happening right here”—she gestured between the two of them, looking pointedly at his member—“is called sexual harassment.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Damn fucking straight, little missy. I want you to sexually harass this right now.” He clutched his penis, flopping it around some more.
“Alrighty then. Let me just go and fetch my purse.” She grinned at him, putting every little bit of sarcasm she had into the smile.
“Why would you need your purse?” He frowned.
“To get my magnifying glass. You have just about the smallest dick that I’ve ever seen.” Not that she had seen many, but she didn’t think she needed to. His penis was a joke.
It was his turn to gape. To turn a lighter shade of bright red. “You didn’t just say that. I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear that. This is your last fucking chance.” Spittle flew from his mouth. “Show me your tits and get onto your fucking knees. Make me fucking come and do it now or you are out of a job.”
“You can pretend all you want. As far as I’m concerned you can pretend that I’m sucking on your limp dick as well, because it will never happen. You can take your job and your tiny penis and shove um where the sun don’t shine.” Cassidy almost wanted to slap a hand over her mouth, she couldn’t believe that she had just said all of that. One thing was for sure, she was done taking shit from men. Done!
She gave him a disgusted look, turned on her heel and walked out. After grabbing her purse, she left without looking back, praying that her old faithful would start. Her car hadn’t been serviced since before her husband had died and it wasn’t sounding right lately. The gearbox grated sometimes when she changed gears. There was a rattling noise. She just didn’t have the funds. That was all about to change though. She hadn’t exactly planned on leaving her job just yet. What if things didn’t work out? She’d planned on keeping her job as a safety net instead of counting chickens she didn’t have. It was too late to go back now.
Despite her lack of a backup plan, Cassidy grinned as her car started with a rattle and a splutter. Grinned even wider as she pulled away hearing the gravel crunch beneath her tires. Now all she had to do was get through the next few days and she was home free.
Chapter 2
York watched from the sidelines as Lazarus punched the other male repeatedly in the face until he fell to the ground unconscious. His friend raised his bloody fists into the air and roared triumphantly.
“Aren’t you glad that you don’t need to get involved in all of this?” Brant sounded bored as he waved a hand in the direction of the fighting males. Most of the elite guard were assembled together to fight for an opportunity to be included in the breeding program.
The whole place reeked of testosterone, adrenaline and blood. Didn’t get much better.
York could not understand how some of the males had decided not to be included. Who would not want a mate and a chance at offspring? It was highly unfortunate that most of the vampire females were unable to birth young. It was therefore necessary that such a program existed.
A human female.
His heart rate increased and everything in him tightened. What a prize. He’d always dreamed of an opportunity such as this. Could not wait until it became a reality.
Something was bothering him though. York turned to face Brant. “There is something I have been meaning to discuss with you, my lord.”
His king turned dark eyes on him. “Yes? Have you changed your mind about a place in the dating program?”
He shook his head. “Never,” he growled. “I thought it was called the breeding program.” He felt himself frown.
“I’m glad to hear it. My public relations team has recommended that we change the name to dating program…” He pulled a face. “Humans are such timid creatures. We are all driven to mate and procreate. Breeding program is a truthful and apt description.” He sighed loudly. “Due to the bad press and fear the word breeding evokes in humans, we have relabeled it Dating Program or The Program for short.” His eyes darkened. “If you still want to be a part of the program, then what is it that you want to talk to me about?” Brant looked mildly interested.