door. Sarah Roberts. He picked up the folder she’d dropped and flipped through it quickly. Proof of her allegations were on the pages it contained.
He walked to his computer and quickly looked up her personnel file. Jotting down her address, he left the building, going straight to the underground parking facility. He programmed her address into his GPS and followed its instructions to a large apartment complex.
He sat outside her apartment watching the building for a few minutes, trying to decide what he should do. How would she react if he knocked on her door? He shook his head. He was acting like a lovesick puppy. He hadn’t followed a girl home since he was in junior high. He backed his black Maserati out of the parking lot and drove home. He couldn’t go to her apartment now without scaring her. He’d call her into his office tomorrow. And do what? Chase her around the desk?
He’d think of something. He was going to make her his as soon as humanly possible. He couldn’t risk frightening her in the process, though. He could still see her big green eyes. What was wrong with him today?
*****
On the long bus trip home, all Sarah could do was sit and stare off into space, wondering what had happened to her. Sure, she’d had a crush on Justin since she’d first seen his picture in the newspaper a few years ago, but she had never imagined kissing him as soon as she met him. What was wrong with her? She licked her lips, his taste lingering there. What was it? Butterscotch? Why would he taste like butterscotch?
Why she’d latched onto him as her ideal man, she didn’t know. She’d deliberately applied for a job at his company, hoping to work in close contact with him. Every time she’d signed up for a boring business class in college, she told herself it was to work for his company and get close to him.
Yes, she probably could have sent him an email or an anonymous interoffice memo with the information, but she had to meet him in person. His reaction to her had been the real surprise. She raised her fingers to her lips. He’d actually kissed her.
If he called her into his office tomorrow, what would she do? Strip down and lie back on his desk and let him have his way with her? She needed to get a grip on her lust. She’d never felt anything like this before. It wasn’t his money either.
Oh sure, that was probably what had first attracted her to his picture in the paper, but over the years it had developed into so much more than that. She had an entire scrapbook with every newspaper clipping about him in it. It was amazing how he’d started this company with just two other college students and they’d been billionaires before they’d graduated.
She didn’t expect him to sweep her up onto his big white horse and ride off into the sunset with her , though. Things like that didn’t happen in real life. Not to girls like her.
He walked to his computer and quickly looked up her personnel file. Jotting down her address, he left the building, going straight to the underground parking facility. He programmed her address into his GPS and followed its instructions to a large apartment complex.
He sat outside her apartment watching the building for a few minutes, trying to decide what he should do. How would she react if he knocked on her door? He shook his head. He was acting like a lovesick puppy. He hadn’t followed a girl home since he was in junior high. He backed his black Maserati out of the parking lot and drove home. He couldn’t go to her apartment now without scaring her. He’d call her into his office tomorrow. And do what? Chase her around the desk?
He’d think of something. He was going to make her his as soon as humanly possible. He couldn’t risk frightening her in the process, though. He could still see her big green eyes. What was wrong with him today?
*****
On the long bus trip home, all Sarah could do was sit and stare off into space, wondering what had happened to her. Sure, she’d had a crush on Justin since she’d first seen his picture in the newspaper a few years ago, but she had never imagined kissing him as soon as she met him. What was wrong with her? She licked her lips, his taste lingering there. What was it? Butterscotch? Why would he taste like butterscotch?
Why she’d latched onto him as her ideal man, she didn’t know. She’d deliberately applied for a job at his company, hoping to work in close contact with him. Every time she’d signed up for a boring business class in college, she told herself it was to work for his company and get close to him.
Yes, she probably could have sent him an email or an anonymous interoffice memo with the information, but she had to meet him in person. His reaction to her had been the real surprise. She raised her fingers to her lips. He’d actually kissed her.
If he called her into his office tomorrow, what would she do? Strip down and lie back on his desk and let him have his way with her? She needed to get a grip on her lust. She’d never felt anything like this before. It wasn’t his money either.
Oh sure, that was probably what had first attracted her to his picture in the paper, but over the years it had developed into so much more than that. She had an entire scrapbook with every newspaper clipping about him in it. It was amazing how he’d started this company with just two other college students and they’d been billionaires before they’d graduated.
She didn’t expect him to sweep her up onto his big white horse and ride off into the sunset with her , though. Things like that didn’t happen in real life. Not to girls like her.
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