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“Yes,” I managed to call back to her.
Dina had told our parents years earlier that Mr. Fox owned his own communications business. They never questioned her, and I wasn’t about to tell them the truth about the sexual deviants I connected to fulfill fantasies and lust.
“How was it, sweetheart?” Mom appeared in the kitchen entryway with a crooked smile I’d inherited. I’d gotten her pale green eyes too, which had been called kind of creepy more than once.
“It went really well. I shouldn’t have any problems settling in.”
“Good.” Her smile widened, and she motioned me back. “Hungry? I have a meatloaf in the oven and could use help peeling potatoes.”
Meatloaf. I grimaced but nodded. “Sure. Let me just run upstairs and change first.”
My new bedroom had been repainted from Dina’s green to a soft cream. Long, shimmery blue curtains let in the sun, its rays falling across the new comforter from L.L. Bean I’d splurged on.
It was my safe haven, mine for as long as I needed, my parents had promised.
When Dina had decided she was done with work—her fiancé wanted her barefoot and preggo in the kitchen as soon as possible—she asked if I’d be interested in her position with Elite. No other employees in the office and only occasional visits with the owner even though the office was in his home?
Hell yes.
I’d jumped on the opportunity to only work three days a week and take home a bigger pay check than I’d been from making sales calls and getting hung up on ninety-nine percent of the time.
But I had a shit ton to digest—including knowledge about a lifestyle I needed serious schooling in. The last thing I needed was to sound like a fool when trying to match up clients for Elite. Learning would have to come after dinner though.
Meatloafawaited.
I pulled on some yoga pants and a T-shirt before heading back down to help Mom finish with dinner. We’d always been close, and there wasn’t anything I didn’t share with her, but I shaded the truth about my boss and his company as she asked me about my day. Thank God for non-intrusive parents, because if their conservative asses knew I scheduled professional escorts and did up the boss’s payroll for sex workers, they would probably blow a gasket.
Chapter3
Micah
Iopened the door to the office around one on Wednesday, mail in hand. The most luscious, sweet scent slammed into me, and I staggered to a halt two steps into the reception area. A quick glance around showed the room empty. I breathed deep, my cock twitching to life even though I’d jerked off in the shower an hour or so earlier.
Jasmine Swift, Dina’s baby sister and my new secretary, smelled like…chocolate-covered strawberries. I prayed to God she wasn’t anything to look at.
The flush of the toilet in the tiny bathroom sounded through the closed door, and I made my way into my office, tossing the mail on my desk. Rolling forward on my chair, I hit the power button on my laptop and glanced over the pile of direct deposits I needed to double check.
Payroll had at least gotten done. I wondered how Jasmine had settled in and if Dina had taught her everything she needed to know to keep my business rolling smoothly without too much of my intervention. So far, that road bump hadn’t rearranged Elite’s axel.
Please be an ugly troll…please God.
“Mr. Fox?”
Fuck. Husky and low, her voice shot straight to my cock. I lifted my head to find her standing in my doorway.
Blonde hair in a tight bun, pale-green eyes framed by dark lashes, plumped pink lips…fucking hell, the woman was stunning. I swallowed hard but couldn’t help a quick glance down over the rest of her. She wore a button-up white blouse with a hint of cleavage peeking through and a pencil skirt hugging her hourglass figure.
Even without glasses, she was my librarian fantasy come to life, and my dick took notice hard and fast.
Clearing my throat, I smiled, hoping I didn’t pass the fuck out with how quickly all the blood rushed from my brain to my groin. “You must be Jasmine.”
She clasped her hands in front of her, her returned smile wobbling. “Yes.”
I grabbed a manila envelope from the mail pile and stood, careful to keep my straining cock hidden behind it while striding forward to greet her. “Good to meet you,” I said, holding out my free hand, needing to touch…feel her skin on mine.
Her lips parted, and she hesitated, gaze on my outstretched arm. “You, t-too.” She slid her clammy palm against mine, and fuck me if pure lightning didn’t shoot up my arm and straight to my balls.
I bit back a groan as she yanked her hand away as though burned by the same flash of whatever the fuck it was that had zapped through my body.
