Will I Get The Interview?

Holly walked in today looking like trouble and I loved it. I hadn't laid eyes on her in nine years and she still made every guy in the room forget his own name. Said she wanted the "usual tricky treatment" with that grin that never meant anything good for me. The moment my hands hit her skin, the old rhythm came straight back like we'd never missed a beat. She stretched out like she owned the table, muscles tensing and melting under my fingers, and I knew the second she asked if I ran the place that she wasn't here for a damn massage. When I told her managerial duties go both ways, she got straight to the point. Tried to sell me on an interview. I told her maybe we test-drive her skills right now and she bent the rules before she even got the job. When I laid it out that we'd be a package deal she didn't blink. Should've known she'd show up needing favors and still make me pay for them. Guess what, Holly? Nine years later I'm cashing that favor in with interest. She gave me what she owed, legs spread across that table like nine years had never happened. Revenge sex never tasted so sweet. Steve wins again.