Not Domesticated

Alex

I stepped away, ready to leave. It had been a huge waste of time. The guy hadn’t mentioned he wanted me to work for him. He’d simply said he was interested in hiring me.

“I don’t think you understand,” he said, reaching out to touch my hand.

I yanked my arm away, giving him a hard look. “Understand what exactly?”

“I’m offering you the job of a lifetime. I can buy you a hundred times over.”

I smirked. “You can’t buy me. I’m not for sale.”

“Honey, everyone is for sale. It’s all about finding the right price. Throw out a number and we’ll see if we can meet somewhere in the middle.”

“No,” I said and walked toward my truck.

“This isn’t over,” he called after me. “When I want something, I get it.”

“I’m not a something, and you will not be getting me,” I shot back.

“We’ll see about that. No one walks away from me.”

“Bye,” I called out in a singsong voice and opened the door of my truck.

“You’ll regret this,” he angrily shouted.

I slammed the truck door and turned over the engine. I look