Naked Intentions

POV Hazel.

A fleeting, pathetic wave of relief washes over me as the sleek black town car pulls away from the curb, its tires crunching softly against the sun-baked Vegas pavement. For one blissful second, I thought he was going to fire me right there in the backseat. That relief lasts for exactly three heartbeats before a suffocating slap of sheer, unadulterated embarrassment hits me square in