Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
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 Samuel about it. When he’d been in my dorm room I’d had a lapse in judgment and agreed to this.
He was too damn sexy and smelled 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 me to do that for him. This sexy-as-hell rich man who could likely have anyone was interested in me 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 some show for him. When the reality is that it’s not going to be some fun show. I’d bought the thing to rid myself of my virginity, and I don’t think it’s going to be something 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 me. Could it have been anyone for Samuel, or just me?
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 Samuel 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 me.
“Parker,” I say, taking her hand.
“Justin.” The guy next to her offers me his hand next too.
“Nice to meet you both.” When I take Justin’s hand, I smile politely.
“Parker!” I jump and take my hand out of Justin’s like it’s on fire. When I spin around, I almost run right into Samuel. Where the hell did he come from? “My office,” he orders.
“Now?”
“Yes, now.” He puts his hand on my back to guide me away from Justin and Cora. “Someone will be with you two shortly,” he tells them as he leads me down the hallway. He opens one of the double doors at the end, ushering me inside. “You'll be working with me,” 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 something.” 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 home. Why can’t I stop thinking about it?
“I think we should talk first, Mr. Matthews.” I suddenly feel exhausted as all my anxiety comes 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 me that he wants. It’s a fantasy. It could be any woman, maybe even Cora out there in the hallway.
“Samuel,” 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 handsome and charming?
“I mean 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 home with me after work.” His jaw flexes like he’s fighting some 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.
Chapter Six
Samuel
“Did you get enough to eat?” I ask as I look at the half-eaten plate of food and the picked-over pancakes. “You didn’t like it?”
“Oh, no, it was wonderful, thank you. I, um…” Parker looks down at her hands and then finally back at me. “Honestly, I’m nervous.”
We’re sitting on the side of my office next to the window, and the late morning light is streaming in around her and making her look like an angel. We’re on the couch facing one another with breakfast on the small table next to us.