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When I open a different desk drawer, I take out the pen I bought specifically for her. When she sees it, her eyes light up.

“Is that for me?”

I offer up the pen with the fluffy bow on the top. It matches the one she’s wearing today, which is a soft yellow. “Of course. I thought you might like it.”

“I do.” She beams and then brushes the soft bow against her cheek. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome, princess.”

The term of endearment makes her blush, and I love how she responds to praise. As if remembering she’s here to work, she straightens in her seat like she’s ready to take this seriously.

I begin by going through projections of a few wealth management markets. She takes notes and even asks questions in the process. The more I talk, the more she relaxes, and eventually she forgets she’s not wearing a shirt.

She must forget she’s not wearing panties either because the longer we talk, the more her knees open.

“I never realized this was something that I would find interesting.” She smiles as she pulls her feet up on the chair and sits crisscross while her skirt bunches around her waist. “Math was always easy, so I thought it was boring.”

She’s talking with her hands as she explains a professor she had at her old school. But all I can focus on is her bare pussy, right in front of me, teasing and tempting.

“...I mean, who would ever be dumb enough to do that, you know?” When she finally looks at me, her eyebrows pull together in confusion until she looks down at her lap. “Oh my god.”

She jumps up from her chair so quickly she topples forward into me. I don’t try to stop her but instead hold her close until she stops flailing.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she whispers as she wiggles in my arms. “I think I landed on something hard.”

“That’s just me, princess.” I reach up and brush the hair out of her face before tucking it behind her ear. “That’s my appreciation for how perfect you were today.”

“Thank you, sir.” She blushes a deep pink, and then I hear an alarm on her phone.

“Oh no, I’m late.” She practically leaps out of my arms as she goes over to the coat rack and grabs her shirt.

I want to tell her she’s not going anywhere, but I don’t have the right. The way that I want her is terrifying, and I’ve already crossed too many lines.

Everything about this is wrong, but as she dresses and grabs her bag, I know that I’ll do it all again tomorrow.

Chapter Seven

TINSLEY

I remove the bow from my hair before I enter the house quickly. “I know, I’m sorry,” I say when I see my stepmother standing there with her normal glare.

“You better hurry,” Anne snaps at me.

I rush up the stairs and find another dreadful dress laid out on my bed. I change as fast as I can even though it doesn’t bother me anymore to annoy Anne. There’s no winning with her, but I don’t want to annoy my father. He doesn’t ask much of me, and he specifically said to be home and ready by seven.

“You look lovely, Tinsley,” my father tells me when I make it back downstairs. Anne is standing behind him and rolls her eyes.

“Thank you.” I smile at him while hating what I’m about to do.

I always wanted to go on a date, but no one asked me. It didn’t help that there wasn’t anyone I was attracted to at my old school. Now I’m dreading it, and I can't help but think that this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

Carl makes me uncomfortable, and I detested every moment I spent with him last night. Thankfully, there were other people around, but tonight I’m not going to be so lucky. He’s picking me up for a date, and it will be only the two of us. He forced me into agreeing by asking me out in front of everyone. My father nodded his approval, so there was no choice but to say yes.

“Now, Tinsley.” My father steps toward me. “The Rays are a prominent family here. It’s important that you leave a favorable impression.”

What the heck does that mean? That I have to go along with anything he wants? A ball of anxiety forms in my stomach.

“I told you we should have set Willow up with him,” Anne says.

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