Although I wasn't sleeping with Frank now, and I never would in the future, I was sure that this job was offered to me because Frank and I had a past relationship. He himself said he wanted to repay how he treated me.
But Mr. Sprout didn't need to know that. In fact, if he found out, it would probably make working with him even more difficult than it seemed.
I crossed my arms and gave him a hard look. "I assure you, Mr. Sprout, that I am qualified for the job."
"Come on. His voice oozed insinuations. "A pretty girl like you and a wealthy bachelor like Frank? You don't have to be a genius to add two plus two."
"I hope your misogyny doesn't show up in your marketing materials."
His lip curled into a snarl. "Taking care of someone is a two-way street. If you think you found a good daddy,
