When I offered Tim help to supervise his daughter during her internship, I didn't know I signed up for this torture.

At this stage of life, I never find young girls in their twenties attractive. They're just like a flock of flamingos in my eyes: dressed in fancy clothes, depending on a group of friends to survive, and gossiping all day long. However, as much as I try to put Parker into that type of girl, something about her is different, but it's hard to put a finger on it --- not that I have time to investigate it. Plus, she doesn't seem to get bothered by her reputation.

And what I witnessed that night in the club confirmed people's theory about her and sadly, my dick approved of the view. I'm starting to think I'm a sick pervert. I know she's grown into a beautiful young woman, and I'm lying if I say I don't appreciate her appearance now, but she's Tim's daughter for fuck's sake. She's off-limits.

What surprised me now is she acts as if it never happened, and I'm not sure what I missed.

Was she so drunk that she doesn't remember anything about that night? Or was the corridor light too dark for her to make out that it was me standing and watching them like a creep? Or is she just playing a pretend game right now? For what reason?

"Terrific," she replies to my explanation about what is expected from her during the internship.

"We can have lunch together if you want," I offer, thinking about how to empty the lunch box Emma prepared for me. "We can ask Margie to order something for us."

She shakes her head, smoothing her tight skirt which showcases her long legs. "No, thanks. I need to see someone for lunch."

Meeting for lunch and having a quickie on her first day working? "Alright. Make sure you're back on time or you will prove them right."

"Prove what?"

Okay, I made that up. I don't think people on the board of directors care about her personal life. They are too old to care for this shit. "That you're not ready for this."

She clenches her jaw as she gets up. "Good to know." With that, she strides to the door without glancing at me. I bet she's pissed.

When she comes back from her lunch appointment, her face is flushed, and her hair is slightly damped from the sweat. I'm surprised she's earlier than I thought she would. For a second, my dirty mind thinks that the flushing cheeks are from the sex, but when she sits next to me, the sun smell mixed with her fruity perfume invades my nostrils. Her sweat smells sweet and musky, and I enjoy her odor more than I should.

"Did you go to the gym during lunch break?" I ask, breaking the silence between us.

"You can say that." She undoes her top button and tugs at its placket before waggling it, a soft groan escaping her lips; the sound I'd rather not hear right now. "The sun is so fucking hot."

"You might want to watch your language."

She glowers at me. "It's only us here in the room," she replies, glancing at Margie who is walking in our direction with documents in her hand. "And Margie. Don't be such a stuck-up old fart."

I should be offended by her line, but I laugh instead. "I'm everything else but stuck-up."

"Yeah, tell yourself that," she mumbles under her breath. Her hand's movement is getting bolder, pulling her fabric a little bit too far, allowing my eyes to see a glimpse of her bra. Lacey red with no strings. Fuck.

I revert my eyes to the paper in front of me. "We definitely need some time to get to know each other, huh? But if you've already hated me because of the help I offered to Tim, it's going to be challenging." Not that I intend to change anything between us. She's too dangerous for my liking. "And that's not my problem anyway."

"I've disliked you way before that."

"Look," I say, turning to look at her brown eyes. "I know we don't need to like each other, but at least we should act civil towards each other here. This is just work. Nothing personal."

Parker bites her lower lip, forcing me to look away, or my mind would wander somewhere else. "Nothing personal. Got it." She smiles but the twist in my gut is a sign that she's up to no good. "I'm glad we are on the same page," she says, pulling her placket even wider and taking one piece of paper to fan her breasts.

And this is just her first day. Such a little brat.

***

The week goes excruciatingly painful, especially for my mental health, even though my dick disagrees with it. And Parker Hayes is to blame for my internal conflict.

I've come to terms that she must have been either drunk or she couldn't recognize me that night on the VVIP floor. But the memory can not be erased from my head, and it irritates the hell out of me. Every time the girl leans over to have a better look at the document on my desk, my mind jumps to the moment when she was bent over and fucked with abandon. The worst part is when she groans from the task I give her for the day, her raspy voice brings me back to the way she moaned when she cummed.

There is not a day that passes by without my cock being unaffected, and this is not how I planned it when I offered Tim help.

Surprisingly, Parker isn't as empty-headed as I thought she was. I dare say that an ignorant and mindless girl is what she wants people to think she is, and I don't know for what reason. She's sharp and observant; I can tell by her spontaneous reactions to the issues we have in the fields, but when I pursue more of her opinion, she just shrugs it off and says, "I'm just in my first weeks. Too early to say, isn't it? We have the whole year!"

The more I spend time with her, the more I sense her layers of attitude. Parker has an agenda but she keeps her distance, making it hard for me to crack her open and figure her out, something I'm good at most of the time. But for this case, I will let her be. Her personal life isn't my business, and as soon as I'm done doing my part in this internship, the sooner I will be freed from this daily torment.

I used to think five work days weren't enough to get through the week. The weekend arrived too soon, but we still had plenty of ideas to execute. But today, I'm kind of relieved that it's Friday already.

After lunch, Parker and I head to our depo sales for her internship activity checklist. It's not my fault that the sun is roasting us alive. I just want her to learn that being the number one person in the company is not all about prestige or sitting behind her desk all day long while watching the profit grow, like what we often see in movies. It's a real hard work.

"This is hotter than hell," Parker says once we get back to our car, unbuttoning her blazer and showing her tight top with only two tiny straps on the shoulder. I can tell she's not even wearing a bra right now. Her nipples poke out innocently, and her cleavage that was partly hiding behind her blazer is now on full display. Was this the reason she didn't want to take off her blazer in front of other people at the storage office? Because she wanted only me to see her like this?

Feeling my cock stirs to life, I look away and start the engine. I tell myself to keep my eyes on the road from now on, or I will have to drive with an erection between my legs. And it's not going to be pretty.

Maybe I'm overthinking it. Maybe she isn't doing it to deliberately tease me. We just walked from one storage building to another under the stinging sun. Of course, the heat was killing her. Get your mind out of the gutter, man.

Okay, maybe I was doing this to myself. We didn't have to do this field visit in her first month, and I could have waited until the summer was milder. Maybe I just wanted to torture her, to see how far she could bend, or maybe to punish her for tormenting me in these past two weeks. Something is just wrong with me.

"The air will eventually get cooler if you're patient enough," I say.

Adjusting the dashboard fans, she moans as the cool breeze caresses her skin. I turn on my stereo to distract myself because, apparently, the traffic isn't enough to keep my eyes from stealing glances at the girl next to me. Parker mumbles when an R&B song fills the air inside my car, her body swaying slightly to follow the music beat. I should have chosen the news channel on the radio.

A few songs later, she takes off her heels and crosses one leg on top of the other, her hand massaging her ankle. "You could have given me advance notice that we were going to do some exercise today. I would have worn different shoes." She sighs audibly and chuckles. "I will have trouble walking tomorrow morning for sure, like a virgin getting deflowered. No one has done that to me for a while, you know."

It takes my brain a few seconds longer to catch up with her joke. "Don't you think it's rather inappropriate to joke about that?"

She shrugs, putting her bare foot on my car floor. "It's practically past our working hours. So, take this as a joke from a friend."

"A friend, huh?" I raise one eyebrow. "We don't know each other enough to call friends."

Parker bites her lower lip, and I can feel her brain shift gears. "Alright. What do you want to know about me, friend?"

I frown inwardly, trying to see where she's getting at. After a week of poking my nerves and shooting me a death glare, now she lets me ask her personal questions? "First, I want to know what I can't know." I can't believe I'm playing along with her game.

"Ask me anything. You have three questions, and so do I. One at a time."

I keep my eyes on the street as my heartbeat picks up the pace. "You don't look happy to take over your father's throne. Why?" I curse myself for asking a lame question when what I want to know right now is how many guys she has fucked.

"Seriously?" She laughs, almost cackling. "It's obvious that I'm not interested in doing what my father is doing."

"What are you--"

"Nuh-uh, that's one question for you. My turn," she interjects. "Have you ever slept with someone at work?"

"Uh, no." And it's an honest answer. "What are you interested in then if it's not becoming the CEO of the Hayes Retail Corp.?"

Parker rests her elbow on the window sill, her finger twirling with her dark brown hair. "Honestly?" she says, "I don't know. Something less pretentious, I guess."

I snort at her remark. How in the world does she see running a retail business as pretentious? I want to ask the example of not pretentious jobs in her mind, but I know I only have one more question left. "Your turn."

"Have you ever cheated on your girlfriend?"

"Nope." Stopping at the last stop lights, I frown at our office building down the street. It's when the scene in the club rushes into my mind. "Which club did you visit last?"

From the corner of my eyes, I can see her tense up. "I thought you wanted to know about me."

"Hence the question."

It takes her several seconds to reply. "Code Red."

"Daring choice." The light turns green, and I start driving again. Realizing she hasn't said anything, I add, "We're almost here. Your turn."

"What club did you visit last?" she asks, but her eyes are on the road.

I pull over at the drop-off area in front of our building, trying to sound calm. "Code Red."