Virgin for Sale

Emily looks frazzled. She is usually calm and happy to discuss.

“Look, the boss wants what he wants. He needs an assistant, and he’s asked for you. You’ve been highly recommended with the work you’ve done here already. It won’t be hard. You’ll need to fetch him coffee, write up reports, take notes. He’ll talk you through everything you need to know. Just stop panicking and stop thinking.” Emily winks at me.

This isn’t helping to calm my already frayed nerves.

Sleep hadn’t been kind to me last night. I’d tossed and turned until all hours. Then Kerry had a bad dream again, and it fills me with so much anger it always keeps me up. I’ve not got any barriers up right now. I need to be able to control myself to deal with the boss.

The man I’d slept with.

The man I haven’t been able to stop thinking about when I’ve got two minutes to myself.

Taking the paperwork that Chase Dunce needs, I’ve got no other excuses and even hinting at a sick day wouldn’t do. She’d start asking questions.

The last thing I need is for someone to think I’m sleeping with the boss.

I have slept with the boss.

This is a nightmare.

A complete and total nightmare.

Leaving Emily’s office, I head to the elevator. Remembering what happened yesterday, I immediately veer off and go to the stairs. At least twelve flights, but that’s okay. Exhaustion at the end of the shift would be a welcome reprieve.

Making my way up each step, I hold onto the railing and count as I go.

three, four

a corner, take another couple of steps, and

four, five,

The way he’d held me down as he slammed his cock so deep that it tore through my virgin body. Even with the pain, that pulse of arousal had been so strong, and I’d not wanted him

had been everything I wanted it to be and so much more. Feeling

the top floor, only I’m not out of breath. I am highly aroused. My nipples are tight, pressing against the front of my

to work, a white blouse and knee-length black skirt. They were the cheapest clothes I could afford at the time. The money I had to spare was

working, but clearly they are. Last night she actually smiled at me. It was a real smile as well, not just one to make me

just want what’s

why I sold

one pays any attention to me, but I see Chase. He’s waiting. He leans against the doorframe, hand in front of him,

I’m not late.

I’m never late.

I stop just in front

you these.” I

it you’ve been given an

to report

“Good.”

do you want

breath away. I remember him doing that a lot when we were together.

last touched me, and I

time has

not been with anyone