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Daniel and I were together about three months then. Daniel was larger than Justin and promptly scared Justin shitless. He also helped make sure a restraining order against Justin was firmly in place. He wasn’t aware of the details, just that Justin was part of my past and not a pleasant part. The night we ran into Justin, Daniel stayed over after the run in. He made slow, sweet love to me. I didn’t orgasm, never did with Daniel, but it was a nice respite from the volatile situation with Justin.

I was content with Daniel. He made me feel safe. He was a large man that I knew could take out anyone who tried to harm me. I met him at the gym, but he was an accountant for a large firm downtown. He worked out as much as I did. It was about the only thing we had in common. Daniel was good to me. Treated me like a lady. Only problem was he did so in every aspect of our relationship. Sexually he was inept at fulfilling me. There was no passion.Not like with Chase.

Chase is in a league of his own. I have never felt such a deep seated attraction to another person. My immediate fascination with Justin pales in comparison. My body gravitates towards Chase, and I’m powerless to stop it. He stirs desire that burns in me like white hot fire. Just thinking about him has my pulse quickening, my core thrumming and my thighs pressing together.

Jack stops in front of a tall, concrete and glass skyscraper. The building is unique from its neighbors. It’s sleek and sophisticated but has a charm you don’t often see in a concrete jungle. The building is a bluish gray in color. Red accents surround each window of the bottom floor. A huge waterfall alternates water bursts and then trickles down three tiled tiers. A glowing concrete sign boasts “Davis Industries.” I shake my head, laughing at the absurdity that I’ve been to this building before to see Phillip and never knew the Chairman of my Foundation owned the building.

Jack ushers me to the wide bank of elevators. We step in and he presses the “50” on the lit display. Under the fiftieth floor is a letter “P” and a square LCD screen with the words “Thumbprint” on top of it.

“What’s the P stand for?” I ask.

“Penthouse, Mr. Davis’s private residence.” His lips thin into a grim line and I wonder if he’ll ever be nice to me or capable of having a congenial conversation.

“So, you have to put your thumb over the screen?” I’m curious. I’ve never seen anything like it. The movies with the rich billionaires all have some type of keycard or physical key to unlock the magic quarters.

“Yes.”

“Do I have access?”

Jack smirks. “Very few have access to Mr. Davis’s private quarters.” He looks at me as if I’ve grown horns. “His women friends don’t typically receive access to his home.” He turns back to the closed doors of the elevator.Women friends.Is that what I am? Would Chase’s bodyguard know otherwise?

I remember that Chase mentioned he didn’t take women back to his home. I wonder if he’ll take me there. He’d said he wanted to but that could have been a random remark, not really his intention. Do I want to have access to his home? What would that mean for us?

The doors open to the fiftieth floor and a beautiful blonde woman greets us. “Miss Callahan.”

I recognize her from the board meeting last weekend. She was sitting next to Chase taking notes but didn’t participate in the meeting.

“I’m Gillian Callahan.” She comes around the desk and shakes my hand.

“Jack, I’ll take it from here, thank you.” Jack nods and walks down the hall. “Mr. Davis is expecting you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”

“Dana Shepherd. I’m Mr. Chase’s personal assistant.” She smiles warmly at me. She’s a very beautiful woman. Probably in her early thirties. Even in heels she’s still a couple inches taller than I am. Dana’s thin with a runner’s long and lean build and dressed in a fierce black suit, though her gait is much softer. Her blonde hair is pulled up into a chignon so perfect I would have thought it was professionally done by a hair stylist.

“Good to meet you.” She’s the epitome of what I saw Chase with in those pictures online. Has he slept with her?

She leads me through a long hallway. Several people in suits rush by with jackets and briefcases. I imagine they are heading home for the evening. Even at the late hour, there are quite a few people still in their offices, phones glued to their ears. We end at a section of double doors with a desk sequestered to the right side. Dana steps around the desk and hits a button. “Miss Callahan is here to see you,” she says.

“Bring her in,” a curt voice comes through the speakerphone. She opens the doors for me.

The room is exceptionally large, taking up the entire corner of the building. One wall is glass from floor to ceiling looking out over the dimming city. The Pacific Ocean can be seen clearly from this height. The view is breathtaking. To the left of the room is a seating area with two long couches parallel to one another separated by a black reflective coffee table. The couches are white with bright blue and black pillows neatly placed. A canary yellow sculpture stands about two feet tall in the middle of the coffee table. Along the back wall is a sidebar with what looks to be a small bar. The space is decorated well.

To the right of the door is an enormous black desk. Behind it is a matching credenza filling the entire wall with intricate pieces of art. A couple sculptures, small paintings, statues of varying size are precisely placed in specific locations. A couple of framed photos are thrown in between the art, but I can’t tell what they are from this distance.

Chase sets down his cell phone and his eyes meet mine. His gaze is predatory. He takes his time dragging his gaze from the tip of my head to the spike of my heels and back again. He saunters over like a wild animal hunting its prey. All stealth and smooth moves. When he reaches me, his hands slide into my hair and his lips cover mine. He’s gentle at first but increases the pressure, sliding his tongue along the seam of my lips. I open and his tongue circles mine. I’m lost in the sensation of his kiss. Heat builds from our chests pressed together. My body goes liquid against his and he holds me up through his kiss. He tastes of coffee and his own intoxicating maleness. He briefly pulls away and nips at my bottom lip.

“I’ve missed you this week,” he says against my lips. Even though we saw one another just this morning, we both know what he means. We missed the physical nature of our connection all week.

“Me, too.”

His lips press mine once more. “Dana, I won’t need any further assistance. I’ll call you in the morning and bring you up to speed on anything over the weekend.”

I completely forgot she was standing there. Turning and looking behind me, I can see a huge smile is plastered across her face. “I’ll have clothes sent first thing in the morning.” She looks me up and down in a calculating manner. I cringe and she smiles. I look up at Chase and he smiles in her direction and nods. She closes the door.

“What’s that about?” I ask, still in his embrace.

“She’s never seen me kiss a woman in all the years of being my assistant. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever entertained a woman here.” That makes me innately proud.

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