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“Ms. Reid.” His words sounded like a caress from his mouth to her clit. He offered her his hand. She had half a mind to just ignore him. But her grandparents hadn’t raised her that way.
She placed her hand in his. Singed, charred, and burnt. He electrified the crap out of her nerves with his touch and weakened her knees. Her knees had never weakened for anyone ever in all her life.
She snatched her hand away after just a moment as a new realization hit.
75% of the current occupants in her vicinity had knowledge about her ‘down there’ situation. And one of them was now her new big boss and the new owner of the company she loved.
“This way, Mr. McLeod,” Sandra said, dismissing her and Marcy. “The rest of the staff are eagerly awaiting your arrival in the boardroom.”
Kensley turned to Marcy, who was still clearly entranced.
“What did I just see?” Marcy whispered.
“I think he overheard our conversation,” Kensley said, pacing the small expanse of her office.
“He looks like some mythical sex god from another world. I wanted to fall to my knees and kiss his shoes, Kens. How can one man be so fucking sexy?” Marcy finished in a feverish huff, fanning herself.
“Marcy, I think he overheard us talking.”
“What?” The dazed look in her friend’s eyes hadn't evaporated yet.
“Never mind.” Kensley sighed inwardly. That was so not the impression she wanted to leave on the new boss. Not when her job was probably on the line. And if it wasn’t before, it surely must be now. Who wanted a virgin freak working in their public relations office?
She wanted nothing more than to go back in time and undo everything that had happened in the last five minutes. It was the worst thing ever.
“We better go back to the boardroom,” she said, straightening her shoulders and smoothing her hair. She was nothing if not practical.
Except when she saw him again, her world came crashing down all around her all over again. She wished so hard she could dissolve into the furniture, and since that wasn’t possible, she did her damndest to try and hide behind Marcy. She barely heard Ellis’ speech but was fully aware of how everyone at High Cloud, young and old, man, and woman, gaped at their new boss, Hunter McLeod. Sandra couldn’t stop fussing over him either, and Ellis couldn’t stop smiling.
The new boss said nothing to the room as a whole, but he did take the time to have personal conversations with everyone he was introduced to.
This was it. She now had to find a new job… after doing nothing but worrying about keeping her job here at High Cloud. Or she could just pretend he knew nothing about her… even if he did. It wasn't as if he would come out and ask her straight up, ‘I heard you were a virgin; what's up with that?’ right?
Why on earth would he do something like that in the first place? He was a multibillionaire; he was just too busy making money to be interested in her little piece of unsold real estate.
God, since when did she start thinking in bad metaphors? That was Marcy’s gig, not hers.
Okay. It was going to be okay. All she had to do was put her head down, prove her worth, and keep her job. Easy, since that was exactly what she had been doing all along.
But why did things like this happen to her?
Oh, she knew exactly why. And maybe her vagina had totally given up on her. But she had her shitty parents to thank for that. Parents who were currently living out their Bohemian, free for all lifestyle on some remote island, banging their brains out. Parents who didn't understand the concept of monogamy if each letter of the word was tasered into their skin every time they even thought about cheating. But worse, they cheatedwitheach other if that made sense, not on each other. Consensual cheating, they had called it.
See, it wasn't her fault; she was such a royal screwup. She had tried her damnedest to be normal even at the ripe age of twenty-four—someone who understood what it meant to be loyal and faithful to only one person. She had then put aside all her hurdles and gotten engaged, for crying out loud, to an upstanding citizen and just a really nice guy she trusted, who happened to be a lawyer.
Except Hugh Blankshaw had not been that nice after all, and so she had to call off her engagement after finding out he'd been dividing his weeknights between three women—her, MysticRose69, and Goldielickscocks—for as long as she had known him, and only two of them were giving him sex. Hint. It wasn’t her. Still, she couldn’t deny how relieved she had felt when she ended their relationship.
Now, no one could tell her she hadn’t given love a proper chance before writing it off, because she had. She'd given it 411 days, and at least ninety of those days, they were engaged, as in, she wore his ring on her finger.
Of course, she could now be accused of being engaged to a man for over a year and not put out. Which would have them draw the conclusion that, of course, it now made sense she had to share him with MysticRose69 and Goldielickscocks, who both, just for the record, earned more money than she ever would in her current career. But she had been meticulously honest from day one about her stance on sex. Hugh had told her he was beyond perfectly okay with them waiting until they got married before they did the deed. This was not because she was rigidly puritanical or anything. She just wanted to be more than sure that he was the right guy for her.
He wasn’t. End of story.
Thank goodness she hadn’t told Hugh about her parents’ open relationship and swinger status. She hated being vulnerable with anyone.
No one realized how messed up she really was. Well, except Marcy. Marcy understood her crappy emotional issues and malnourished vagina to be the spoils of the battlefield—better known as her childhood.
But then, Hunter McLeod’s gaze caught hers and seemed to penetrate every layer of defense she had erected right down to her core.
