"Thank you for this," I tell Lexi as she puts the finishing touches on my makeup. She got up early to help , and I’m grateful she agreed.
I normally don’t wear anything but mascara and so lip gloss unless we’re going out, but I needed this today. I slept like crap last night and tossed and turned until the sun ca up. The dark circles under my eyes need to be hidden, and Lexi is the best.
"No thanks needed. I love when you let do your makeup." She gives a reassuring smile. "Plus, you’re worked up over nothing. Grab the box when you get there and be done with it."
"Right," I mumble. I hadn’t told her about what happened last night, and I’m not even sure I could say it out loud.
If I was able to, she might march down to Blake’s office and junk punch him. Or she might google him and figure out if he’s into it. The problem is that from the second I saw him, I was attracted to him, and it only got worse the more he talked. Especially when he said he wanted to watch get off. There is sothing seriously wrong with my vagina because she was more than on board with all of this.
"You’re keeping sothing from ," Lexi suddenly says when I get out of the chair to put on my outfit for the day. She stares at so hard that I can practically feel her eyes burning into my back.
"It’s nothing," I lie and imdiately regret it. "Shit, I an it’s sothing, but can we talk about it tonight? I can’t be late." I’m pretty sure I’m already on thin ice as it is, and at this point, showing up late would not be good.
"Fine," she agrees. "But don’t think I’ll forget. What ti will you be back?"
Crap. I’m supposed to go over to Blake’s after work. Even thinking about that sounds nuts. It’s my first day, and I’m going ho with the boss? Is this normal for him? My stomach starts to knot as I wonder what the hell I’m doing.
"Not sure. I’ll text you." I wiggle into my skirt before I slip on so flats but grab heels to put on once I make it to the building.
"You look hot," Lexi says when I’m done getting dressed.
"Is the skirt too much?" It’s flowy and stops a few inches above my knees. "Should I wear pants?" I’ve always favored dresses if I have to get dressed up. If not, then give my yoga pants and a sweater.
"It’s perfect. You look incredible." She wiggles her eyebrows. "Go earn that bacon." She smacks my booty, making jump.
"I’m not getting paid," I grumble. Not only do I hate this internship, but I’m not getting anything out of it except a job that I’ll equally hate later in life.
"It’s a bunch of bullshit if you ask ," she says as I grab my bag and shove my heels inside. "Good luck."
"Thanks. I’m going to need it."
Sadly, it doesn’t take long to make it to the building, and I stand outside debating if I should go in. How pissed would my father be if I quit? Would he eventually get over it? I think he’d be more mad if he found out about the dildo thing.
This is ridiculous. It’s going to be fine. He doesn’t have to find out about it, and I can do this stupid internship. I can also speak to Blake about it. When he’d been in my dorm room I’d had a lapse in judgnt and agreed to this.
He was too damn sexy and slled too damn good. I got lost in a fantasy of what it would be like to really do that in front of him. That he wanted to do that for him. This sexy-as-hell rich man who could likely have anyone was interested in and not because he thought I was a virgin.
I think he might have gotten lost in a fantasy too. He thinks I’m a forward woman that knows all about sex and that I could put on so show for him. When the reality is that it’s not going to be so fun show. I’d bought the thing to rid myself of my virginity, and I don’t think it’s going to be sothing hot to watch. If anything, it’s going to be cringy. And what if I cry? I’ll tell him the truth, and he’ll realize I’m not who he thought I was, and we’ll both forget all about this. An ache flutters in my chest, and I push it away.
I step off to the side and quickly change my shoes, then enter the building. Taking the elevator up to the sixth floor, I spot two other people I’ve seen around campus. My eyes linger on the pretty blonde, and a sudden thought hits . Could it have been anyone for Blake, or just ?
My stomach turns thinking about him with her and the dildo. I can’t believe I’m seriously having these thoughts right now. I need to speak with Blake and get this done with so I’ll stop obsessing over it. I should focus on the fact that I’m just one of many.
"I’m Cora," the girl says, introducing herself to .
"Piccola," I say, taking her hand.
"Justin." The guy next to her offers his hand next too.
"Nice to et you both." When I take Justin’s hand, I smile politely.
"Piccola!" I jump and take my hand out of Justin’s like it’s on fire. When I spin around, I almost run right into Blake. Where the hell did he co from? "My office," he orders.
"Now?"
"Yes, now." He puts his hand on my back to guide away from Justin and Cora. "Soone will be with you two shortly," he tells them as he leads down the hallway. He opens one of the double doors at the end, ushering inside. "You’ll be working with ," he says when the door falls closed behind us. "Did you have breakfast?"
I shake my head because I’m too stunned to speak.
"I’ll order us sothing." He drops his hand from my back and goes around his desk.
I can’t help but wonder if he brought the dildo here or if he left it at ho. Why can’t I stop thinking about it?
"I think we should talk first, Mr. Camden." I suddenly feel exhausted as all my anxiety cos to a head.
Now that I’m near him, I’m suddenly not so sure I want to go back on our plan. My body is waking up again in his presence. Then I remind myself it’s not that he wants. It’s a fantasy. It could be any woman, maybe even Cora out there in the hallway.
"Blake," he corrects. "No allergies?" He pulls out his phone, and I shake my head again.
"I can’t do this," I rush to say, trying to stay on topic.
"You can’t eat?" He smirks. Why is he so damn handso and charming?
"I an the other thing." I wring my fingers together. "I’m not what you think I am," I admit.
"I’m not following." He sets his phone down and tucks his hands in his pockets. "Nothing is changing here. You’re coming ho with after work." His jaw flexes like he’s fighting so emotion.
"But—"
"Not buts," he all but growls, and the sound goes straight to my vagina. I press my thighs together. "You want this."
I nod because I do want this. Now that I’m back in front of him especially, because I can’t control what I feel.
More than that. I want him.
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