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CHAPTER 3

Drake

Where the hell was she? Dee…I think that’s what her name was. I was lousy at remembering names. Always in one ear and out the other. It could have something to do with my selective hearing.

The Galleria was only a short ten minutes away, but she’d been gone for almost an hour. A disturbing thought knocked at the door to my brain. Maybe she wasn’t coming back. I mean, I’m sure I didn’t make a very favorable impression on her. In fact, I probably scared the shit out of her. The minute she stepped foot in my office, I yelled at her and demanded she clean that crap off me from that damn kid.

Okay, that was bad enough—I don’t know how she was able to tolerate the smell or even look at the gross vomit—but that was nothing compared to the fact that I practically came in her hand. And I was still feeling the aftermath of the orgasm shooting through my balls.

Seriously, how goddamn embarrassing! I can’t believe she didn’t react. There’s no way she didn’t feel my cock expand then grow as hard as a rock and feel my spasms as I blew my load. Seated behind my desk, now bare-chested and minus my jeans, I stared down at my package. Impulsively, I put my hand on it. The fabric of my briefs was still damp from my release and my cock was still enlarged and warm. The image of that girl with her dimpled smile flashed into my head and a surge of desire spilled through my blood.

Okay, this girl wasn’t exactly my type. She was dark-haired and curvy when I preferred tall, willowy blondes, but there was something so fresh and sexy about her. It was like Rebecca of Sunnybrook farm had grown up and was milking the hell out of me. The bottom line, she turned me on like a light bulb. The temperature in the room had risen at least ten degrees. Maybe more.

Now acutely aware of the air conditioning blowing on me, I returned my attention to my computer screen. My door was locked shut because I sure didn’t want another brat disturbing me and I sure as hell didn’t want anyone from the company to see me almost butt naked. I glanced at the time. It was almost ten o’clock…the Bring Your Kids to Work Day breakfast was about to end and I was expected to give a thirty-minute presentation about our company—an overview—to the kids in our state-of-the-art screening room. Following the presentation, the kids would break into groups and visit various employees and departments, including our character designers, computer animators, editors, and our in-house recording studio.

My father hated tardiness. Moreover, Gunther Saxton, the German media mogul who was looking to buy our company, would be there observing me…to see if I was CEO material. Shit. What was I going to do? My eyes darted to the far right corner where I’d tossed my stinky, vomit-ridden T-shirt and jeans. There was no way I was putting them back on. And there was no way I was leaving my office. Damn that girl. I couldn’t even call her to find out what was going on since I didn’t have her cell phone number. I could only surmise she’d quit on me, giving new meaning to the word “temporary.” Raking my fingers through my hair, I blew out a loud frustrated breath. This day was going from bad to worse.

A sudden loud knock at the door sounded in my ears. “Who’s there?” I shouted out. I just hoped it wasn’t my father. I didn’t want him—or anyone for that matter—to see me like this.

“It’s me, Dee. I’ve got your things,” came a familiar voice from the other side.

Phew! Finally, she was back. Without saying a word, I leapt up from my chair and sprinted over to the door. Before I could get to it, the door swung open and a loud gasp filled the air.

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