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deep breath, she walked out the door that locked with a click behind her, making her jump. She walked quickly through the bar area, catching a glimpse of a young man behind the bar that had stopped what he was doing to watch her pass. She knew if she got the job she would have to get used to men staring at her clad in next to nothing, but that didn’t mean she had to like it. It was a means to an end, an end she desperately needed if she were to get her life back on track.
    Maura found Max’s office easily. She knocked hesitantly against the dark wood grain of the door. In the center was a shiny gold plate that read “Max Andrews, Manager.” Her hands were shaking. She needed to calm down or she was going to ruin any chance she had of impressing Max. Just breathe, she kept repeating in her head before she heard his voice summon her from behind the door.
    She entered, closing the door quietly behind her. On wobbly legs she walked to stand in front of his desk. She watched him raise his eyes that were immediately drawn to her breasts. She felt her nipples stiffen against her will.
    “Nice tits,” he said as if he had just complimented her hairdo. She wondered if he really expected her to say thanks for the vulgar compliment. She remained silent. He might be the “best fucking boss” Katie ever worked for, but he was obviously a man who left a lot to be desired when it came to his regard for women or at least this woman.
    Without commenting on her appearance further, he pushed himself away from his desk and walked to where she was standing. His body towered over hers. She was five foot seven and another couple of inches with heels. He had to be over six feet. His body was so close to hers she could smell the aroma of his woodsy cologne. It would have been better for her nerves if he smelled of sweat and beer.
    “Walk for me,” he ordered, leaning back against the desk with an attitude of indifference that only served to increase her discomfort.
    She turned and walked toward the door, then pivoted and walked back without tripping. He didn’t say anything, so she walked around his desk a few times. She hid her hands behind her, hoping to still their shaking.
    “Sit down, Maura, before you fall down,” he ordered. He sat back down behind his desk. He didn’t look impressed.
    “I’m not usually this nervous on interviews.” She tried to defend herself, sliding into the chair in front of his desk. “It’s just that I’m not used to…”
    “Having a man’s eyes roam up and down your body to see if you have a nice ass that wiggles or firm tits that jiggle when you walk on those long legs that a man would love to have wrapped around him while he fucks you?”
    “Something like that,” she whispered, feeling herself blush. No man had ever spoken to her with such insulting vulgarity except Tim, and that had only been in the heat of passion. She didn’t like it. She looked down at her lap that was barely covered and wished there was a hole for her to crawl into. Under different circumstances she would have walked out of the interview without ever looking back.
    “You’re going to have to get used to being talked to and looked at like a sex object if you want to work here. It’s part of the job. And when someone’s speaking to you, for God’s sake look at them,” he ordered. “Don’t shy away like a schoolgirl who’s never heard the word ‘fuck’ before.”
    “What?” Maura’s head snapped up, her eyes now locked with his in shock and embarrassment. They were the clearest blue eyes she had ever seen, and they were looking into her very soul.
    “It won’t only be men ogling you. It will be women, too. They’ll all want to feel that firm round ass of yours when you walk away from them and touch those hard nubs that will make their mouth water when they push money between your tits.” He paused for a second. She forced herself not to break eye contact with him.
    “And you will let them,” he said