Chapter Four: StrippingShe can't help but feel tiny in his presence. He's exactly her type- if she had a history to have a type. She had spent most of her youth cleaning up after her parents and barely had time to sleep, let alone date.
Not going to high school gave her a lot of free time to be threatened into paying up. Not exactly a position that allowed for rosy-cheeked high school boys.
She wonders if all that threatening by men bigger than herself had ruined her somehow. She shouldn't find the CEO attractive. He is an imposing figure, so much bigger than herself and smelling like smoke and something that burns. Like fire, a small part of her whispers.
A man can't smell like fire, the rational part of her mind whispers.
She could get so many followers if she could take a picture of
