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“Then I’m your Jake Ryan,” he said simply.
I took a step back, held up my hand. There was no way I was admitting that. “Nope.”
He advanced. “I am. You sent it to me. I read it. I’m curious about you, Samantha Baker.”
“I’m not Samantha Baker and there’s no way in hell you’re Jake Ryan.”
“Why not? Not cute enough?” he asked, mock offended.
I looked over his perfect, big body. “You’re definitely not in high school. Besides, I don’t think they make a sweater vest in your size.”
“Sweater vest?” He looked down at himself, probably wondering where he could even buy one these days. “Can’t be worse than a pink t-shirt.”
He was probably right. He’d look good if he wore a potato sack. His hair was a little messier this late in the day and I wondered if that five o’clock shadow would be soft or raspy against my thighs.
Ugh!
Still, the guy who I was imagining eating me out had seen the email before I deleted it. He knew the quiz was mine. He’d read it. Knew personal details about me, like my secret fantasy.
This was so, so bad.
“Look,” I said, glancing at the ground and then up, up, up into his dark eyes. I’d made an epic mistake and it was going to cost me. But I wasn’t going to deny or push blame or anything like Jason did. I owned my mistakes, to the point of dropping out of college. I didn’t know what I was going to do, and I dreaded the inevitable explanation to my sister, but I’d been through worse. “I’m sorry. I apologize about the email. It was obviously not my intention to send it to you, but that doesn’t matter in a situation like this.”
“Situation like this?” he wondered. He scratched the side of his neck with a finger.
“I know your zero-tolerance policy on sexual harassment and I understand that I’m out of a job. I’ll… I’ll clean out my desk.” I turned and made my way over to it because the sooner I was out of here, the better. I didn’t have many personal effects, but I did have a lip balm and a few hair ties in the drawer.
“What?” he asked, following me to my desk. “You’re not fired.”
I looked up at him. His brow was creased, and he looked very, very confused.
“You own the company and I sent you an inappropriate email,” I explained. I’d imagined Jason’s actions earlier in the day were still fresh.
“By mistake,” he added.
I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve offended you–”
“That’s not what it did to me–”
“–and you shouldn’t be subjected to that kind of–”
“–because if you’d just look at the front of my jeans you’d see that–”
“–what?” I snapped my mouth shut and my gaze dropped to his crotch. His jeans were well molded and I couldn’t miss that he was hard. And big. The thick bulge of his dick curved down the inside of his thigh. I didn’t even know they could do that. I stared, then blinked. Realized staring at him like this was worse probably than the email. “Sorry!”
I spun around, staring at the white board on the wall behind my desk.
“Bridget. Baby. Stop.” He sighed, came over and turned me to face him. The heat of his gentle touch made my heart skip a beat.
His eyes shifted between mine and my mouth. Then back. “You’re not fired. You can subject me to that kind of thing whenever you want. I’m not offended. I’m aroused.”
Reaching out, he took my hand and placed it over his… holy shit.
I could feel the massive size of him, and I would swear it grew beneath my palm. I had to wonder if that thing would fit inside of me. The ridged edge of the crown was obvious and that would definitely be too big to handle. Right? My pussy clenched with an eagerness to give it a shot.
With his hand on top of mine, he pressed and I inadvertently squeezed. He groaned.
I made him hard. I made him groan. Me!
