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

turn a corner, take another couple of

four, five, six,

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

be and so much more. Feeling him in my mouth,

not out of breath. I am highly aroused. My nipples are tight,

skirt. They were the cheapest clothes I could afford at the time. The

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

want what’s best for

sold myself

the main floor, the noise is quite deafening there’s so much activity. No one pays any attention to me, but I see Chase. He’s waiting. He leans against the doorframe,

I’m not late.

I’m never late.

I stop just in front

these.” I hold out the files, and

I take it you’ve

I’m to report to

“Good.”

you

away. I remember him doing that a lot when we were together. The smile that promised something

last touched me, and I want

time has

been