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

another

three, four, five,

so deep that it tore

I wanted it to be and so much more. Feeling him in my mouth, his hands all over my body, making

I know it, I’m at the top floor, only I’m not out of breath. I am highly aroused. My

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

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

want what’s

sold myself for

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

I’m not late.

I’m never late.

between us, I

I hold out the files,

it you’ve been

to

“Good.”

you want

smile that seems to take my breath away. I remember him doing that a lot when we were together. The smile that promised

last touched me, and I want

time

not been