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Probably going to lead to you being split in half by his cock.

That was impossible for me not to wonder about either. I’d felt him against me as he brushed across my ass, my thighs, that hard, huge bulge. His arousal had been a revelation to me, and while it had been a little scary, it was a lot more arousing. I really hadn’t expected that. It had my mind spinning off into all sorts of odd directions—such as wondering just how big his penis really was. Was it proportional to his huge size? And if it was, how could I actually take something like that?

And why did the crazy thought of him splitting me apart with that big cock, making it hurt as he took me, not terrify me?

Because you’re losing your ever-loving mind, that’s why.

It wasn’t just his imposing physical presence though. His age was just as much a shock, and perhaps more. Did it make me weird to be attracted, even a little bit, to a man who was literally old enough to be my father? Why would it? We were both adults.

What I wondered more about though, and truth be told, worried about too, was the possibility that he wouldn’t—couldn’t—ever see me as more than just some dingy girl, a diversion at best. Nothing to ever be particularly serious about.

Don’t you think you’re getting a bit over your skis? He spanked you. He didn’t propose to you.

His constant grumpiness was uncalled for, too. What the fuck was with that? It irritated me, and it sort of turned me on. Who was this stupid girl I’d become? Sure, a little male aggression and some taciturn, even aloof vibes from a guy could paradoxically make me a little more interested in him… but Rick was far, far more than that.

He really was sort of an asshole. Since when did a guy like him start to do funny things deep down in my belly?

The cash register beeped several times, bringing me out of my thoughts, Brooke punching up the tags, slipping the clothes into an ever-burgeoning shopping bag.

“What do… I don’t have any money. How am I?—”

Brooke shook her head. “Mr. Trafford has an account with us. He will take care of the bill.”

“Oh… I… well, thanks?”

Brooke’s smile was equal parts knowing and playful. “You’re welcome, Ms. Nantes.” She handed me a gigantic black bag. “Rick told me to let you know that you have the rest of the day off. He wants you in the office eight o’clock sharp in the morning though.” The woman’s gaze grew flinty. “Do not be late.”

When I took the bag, I grunted at the surprising weight. “Oh… okay.”

“Be careful with that,” the woman trilled, sauntering toward the back of the store with one of the dresses she’d determined was ‘too loose’ for me draped over her arm. She wiggled her fingers at me. “Until next time, Geneva.”

Then I found myself outside on the sidewalk, my arms overflowing with clothes I didn’t order, and could never have paid for. A dark brown delivery van drove by, the blue tinted sunglasses of the young man at the wheel catching the sunlight. The turbulence from its passing was refreshingly cool upon my cheek. It smelled like coffee, the mouthwatering scent of it carried on the air.

I decided a latte couldn’t hurt before I headed home.

CHAPTER 8

Rick

“Chester, you’ve got to be kidding me. I know this girl. I definitely know this would not work out between us.”

I wasn’t about the tell Nantes just how good her hand felt in mine, nor how hard my cock immediately got as I imagined what that hand would look like on other parts of my body.

“How do you know her?” I didn’t like the tone in his voice; suspicion was something that was unlikely to result in anything good when it came to Chester Nantes.

“It doesn’t matter. We ran into each other.” It wasn’t a lie. Not technically. “What is important is that it affects any work interaction we might need to have.”

“You don’t like fucking and work to mix?”

I gulped down a mouthful of coffee. Chloe burned it yet again, but I was desperate for the caffeine. “Who said anything about fucking?”

Chester’s voice dropped an octave. “You think I don’t know what you get up to with your girls? I know you’re smart enough to stay away from her.”

“My girls? You make me sound like a fucking pimp.”

Chester chuckled softly.

I switched my phone to my right ear, rubbing the sensation back into my left. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

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