Virgin for Sale

I don’t know where I fit into it all.

It would seem my name had been placed around the middle. There was some entitled jock who they thought would shine brighter because he had a good last name and came from a well-to-do family. The rest of us didn’t stand a chance.

Still, it’s why I’m standing outside the elevator at seven in the morning, carrying sixty files in my arms, holding them tight against my chest. Glancing at my reflection in the metal doors, for a brief moment I allow myself to think about him. The man who had completely blown my world apart.

He’d given me a night to remember, and when I was alone in my bed, staring up at my ceiling, I allowed myself a chance to dream. To think of his hands as they held me. We’d fucked more than once. He’d surprised me by how many times he wanted to go. The way he held me in place, putting me on my knees or back, or making me take him, to stare into his eyes as he filled me.

I’d been raw for days.

Walking had been a problem, but seeing as I had to take care of Kerry, I’d not allowed myself to dwell.

Walking, talking, pretending everything was fine, I’d gone about my business until I got to this moment.

The memories are all I have left.

Dating isn’t part of my life.

Kerry and now work fill my world.

I’d cut my hair though.

Every chance he got, he’d run his fingers through it, gripping the length tight, driving me wild and making me just fall apart from the pleasure I could have at his fingertips.

Tapping my foot on the floor, I wonder if the stairs will be easier. Whoever is keeping the elevator is at the underground parking level. They are probably talking and keeping the door open.

Just as I’m about to turn to walk the stairs, the elevator starts to move. There’s no reason why I shouldn’t wait now.

I see I’m the

attention. Turning around, I step onto the elevator, not staring at the other three people inside because it would show my impatience and I love

any waves is

“Floor?”

“Top for me.”

the button, and away

His blue eyes are staring right back at me. The man that I sold my virginity to. The man I wasn’t going

with a

This is a nightmare.

what to do if I was ever to come face to face with the

need to

My palms are sweaty.

from where I need to

open, and as I’m about to step out to make my escape,

no way I could scream or draw attention

well. It would allow me to make a damn good life for me and my sister. Ruining all of that by screaming about a potential client wouldn’t

don’t need to

tightens around my arm, pulling me

second, he reaches out, pressing the stop button, and we stop

he goes to the panel of the elevator and suddenly flicks a

small, confined spaces is a real problem for me. A few seconds as

and I keep hold of the

this a surprise? What