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application and you might have an opportunity to pitch your project at the end of the month.”
    I stare at the form, stunned. “There’s an opening for the Change the World grant?” This isn’t about Nate and me?
    “There might be an opening,” Miss Yen emphasizes. “There are no guarantees. This is, as you would say, a big maybe.”
    I’m not being fired and my project could be sponsored this year. The tension eases from my shoulders. “Does the program have to be operational?”
    My boss’ lips twist. “We don’t fund dreams, Green.”
    I’m more interested in the mentoring than the funding. I don’t have the skill set to make this project a success. I also won’t make this deadline working alone. “I’ll have to subcontract some of the work.” The wad of cash nestled between my breasts will pay for this delegation of duties.
    “I’ve drafted a standard subcontractor agreement template for Blaine Technologies.” Miss Yen swivels in her chair, opens a drawer in one of the filing cabinets behind her, extracts more papers. “Take out the clauses that don’t apply to you and tweak some of the information. If a concern isn’t covered talk to me and I’ll help you with the wording.” She meets my gaze. “I know you like to bend the rules.”
    I open my mouth.
    She raises her hand, stopping my token protest. “But resist that temptation. If even a hint of scandal is attached to your project, it won’t be awarded funding.”
    Selling my body to pay for subcontractors definitely qualifies as a hint of scandal. “Yes, Miss Yen.” I gather the papers and stand. “Thank you for this opportunity.”
    “This is a potential opportunity. It might not happen.” Miss Yen glances away from me as though she is embarrassed by my gratitude. “And get those expense reports corrected first,” she says gruffly.
    I step toward the door.
    “And Green?”
    “Yes, Miss Yen?” I pause.
    “Button up your blazer. I don’t want to see your cleavage again.” My boss turns her attention to her computer screen, dismissing me.
    I glance downward. My breasts are one jiggle away from popping out of my corset. I hastily fasten the buttons, the mystery of my sudden popularity solved. A flash of bosom will snag the interest of even the most disapproving male. Nate is proof of that.
    I return to my desk, set the application forms aside, and concentrate on the dreaded expense reports. Hours pass as I confirm line item after line item. Every expense, no matter how small, has been claimed by the penny-pinching lawyers. Every project has its own accounting code.
    I wonder what Nate is doing and why I’m so obsessed with an unbending executive interested only in a sexual relationship. It’ll be a great sexual relationship if his kisses are an indication of his skills. I touch my puffy lips, tasting him on my tongue. And he has a huge cock. I press my thighs together, imagining him inside me, filling me.
    I resist the urge to touch myself. Instead, I take another photo of my breasts, flashing some perky pink nipple, and send the image to Nate. It will be a late night for me. I have the application forms to fill out, the subcontractors to hire, a price list of sexual acts to source. I want Nate to have an equally sleepless night thinking about me.

 
    Chapter Three
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    T HE NEXT MORNING I stand by Blaine Technologies’ revolving doors, waiting as Jerome, my nemesis, searches my backpack. He’s been harassing me for sixteen minutes while he allows more conservative-looking employees to heft car-sized briefcases into the office building.
    I don’t care.
    Because Nate hasn’t set up another appointment. He hasn’t contacted me. At all. I sigh. He must have filled his quota of quirky and will be returning to his vanilla-sex women. He’ll pay them to touch him, stroke him, please him.
    Last night in an attempt to forget about Nate, to forget about the pain in my soul, I focused wholeheartedly on the data donation project,