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“Wait, you couldn’t tell?” She leans in.

“No, everything about him was… different. He was so… commanding.” I look at her.

“Really?” She tilts her head. “Like, he tossed you around?”

“I guess you could say that.” I take a drink.

“And?” She stares at me.

“And what?” I inhale, knowing full well what she’s asking.

“How was it? Did you?” She whispers, rolling her hand.

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this. It was mind blowing. I lost track of how many times I came. Hands down, best sex I’ve ever had.” I lean back in my chair, stunned to hear the words leave my mouth.

“Bobby? Holy shit. I would have never guessed.” Her mouth is opened wide while her eyes dart around. “Are you going back in for seconds?”

“No.” I shake my head and laugh.

“Why?” She narrows her eyes.

“It’s Bobby.” I stare at her as my phone dings.

“Who’s that? That him?” She watches intently as I look at the text.

“No. Brother number two. They’ve both been trying to reach me for the past couple of weeks.” I put my phone away.

“You haven’t called them back? Maybe there’s something wrong with your father.” She states.

“With my sperm donor, you mean?” I shrug. “Doubt it, he’ll outlive us all.” I take a drink as she laughs.

“Did I ever tell you about a skinny, dorky history teacher I dated? I only did it to find out if what they say about those skinny guys is true. Hung like racehorses with stamina to match. It’s true if you’re wondering.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “Hands down the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. He treated me like a goddess from day one. Anyway, after rearranging my insides a few times, I realized I didn’t want to live without him. So, I molded him into the perfect man. Bulked him up, new hairstyle, wardrobe, and have been happily married ever since.” She winks.

“How is that relevant?” I hold my hands up.

“What I’m saying is you can have the best of both worlds. A man who will treat you like a queen… and who’ll fuck your brains out.” She laughs.

Chapter Seven

Bobby

I’ve watched her walk off the elevator for the past four mornings looking more beautiful than ever. She’s always put together so well with her head held high. Her hair is in its signature tight bun, but other than that, she’s dressed differently. She’s wearing stilettos instead of her normal pumps and has traded in pants for a form fitting skirt that sits just above her knees. Her legs and butt look amazing.

I find it odd that the men in this office don’t notice her like I do. They notice the other women and practically trip over themselves to get their attention. Maybe they’re intimidated by her, or maybe it’s because her goodies are covered up. If they’d opened their eyes, they’d see her for how amazing and beautiful she is.

Dummies.

I feel privileged I got to see her in a different light, six nights ago. Raw, passionate, exposing her vulnerable side. The way her body shook under me; she was putty in my hands. If only things had ended differently, we could have been amazing together. But nice guys don’t win in the end, though; jerk-offs like mister Walker do.

“Out of toner.” Dorin turns from the copier to me with a panicked look on her face. “Shayla is heading into an important meeting in less than an hour.”

“Second floor.” I snap my fingers. “I helped Amber add toner yesterday.”

“Oh my God, I could almost hug you. Almost.” She grabs a stack of papers, then runs towards the elevators.

“Don’t worry, I’ll add more,” I laugh, looking in the cabinet below. “Of course, not an extra toner in sight.” I sigh, shutting the door.

After taking my file back to my cubicle, I make my way to the supply room, finding it odd that the door is locked. Thankfully, all members of the party planning committee have keys, so I let myself in and turn on the lights.

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