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.

shoulder, I see

pings open, drawing my attention. Turning around, I step onto the elevator, not staring at the other three people

causing any waves is part

“Floor?”

“Top for me.”

button, and

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

Holding onto the files with a death grip, I try, and probably fail, to

This is a nightmare.

I was ever to

need to get out of

My palms are sweaty.

elevator stops three floors from where I need

out to make my escape, he catches

way I could scream

me and my sister. Ruining all

need to run

tightens around my arm,

out, pressing the stop button,

he goes to the panel of the elevator and suddenly

a real problem for me. A few seconds as I go from one floor to another is fine, but

and I keep hold

surprise? What are you doing here?” he