Chapter 88 Xv

• Sasha
• The basic chitchat on the way to the club was also unusual for my father. He actually asked about my job search, as if I'd tell him anything. I skirted the issue, describing a few interviews, lying about others. My father and I hadn't been close since before my mother's death. I had no intentions of getting any closer now.
• Every few seconds, August's startling words filtered into my mind. I couldn't get away from the sultry visions, the way he'd taken absolute control. Granted, the few boyfriends I'd had over the last few years had been nothing to write home about. They'd all wanted a piece of my father's pie instead of giving a shit about me. Was everyone greedy?