My (Mostly) Secret Baby

Yes. I remember Chelsea Cross. I remember five years ago when she thought she could handle me. Proving her wrong was… enjoyable. With hair I wanted to fist. A mouth that only stopped when I kissed it. A body that I needed to press against the nearest wall and claim. And now she wants a job. A smart man would say “no”. Or, I could teach her the same lesson I taught her five years ago.