Goddamn that girl and her fantastic tits … not to mention that ass. So tight and squeezable. I can still feel it in my hands when I picture her in front of me. It was hard to stop the boner from growing when she stripped in my office.
Even then, I already knew something was up.
The shape of her body and the look in her eyes were too familiar, though I just couldn’t put a finger on it because we’d both worn masks when we first saw each other.
But her fragrant perfume gave it away … and then the ponytail sealed the deal.
I can’t help but stare at her name, which is still blocked. I lean back in my chair and sigh.
For some reason, I can’t get this girl out of my mind. Despite there being so many other girls I could contact, so many others willing to play a filthy game, she was the only one who accepted everything I made her do. She was open to it all—every dirty thought and game—which is why it’s so hard to detach.
She gave me what I needed, and now that I no longer have it, I’m disappointed. Like I already know none of the other girls will live up to my expectations now that I’ve fucked her.
I groan and rub my face. Why does this have to be so hard?
Can’t I just put her aside and focus on someone else? Something new?
Maybe I should go look at porn. Another one of those videos where a girl just screams her lungs out and pretends to like it even when she doesn’t.
Nah. That isn’t real. It isn’t sexy. I need raw, uncensored, unfiltered.
Someone real and tangible. Someone like NaughtyKitten.
Except it can’t be her. It can’t ever be her again.
That was one of my rules … though they were already broken the moment she stepped into my office pretending to be someone she’s not.
What was she thinking? That I wouldn’t find out? Was she going to give me a fake name?
I’m sure that’s why she hesitated to fill out the contract. But why go through the trouble of seeing me then?
She probably thought I would see past my rules and fuck her again. I have to admit, I was so fucking close to actually doing it …
Especially when I shoved my fingers up her pussy and felt her get wet.
God, how badly I wanted to throw her over my desk and fuck that pussy raw there and then.
Just thinking about it gets me hard.
Not that I’ll ever get a chance again. I fucked that up pretty good by kicking her out like that.
Maybe I shouldn’t have been so harsh to her. Denying her was one thing, but I treated her like trash. I was just so angry about the whole thing, and I acted rash to get rid of a problem that I created myself.
It wasn’t her fault I was careless.
And it’s definitely not her fault that I saw her again at the club that night.
Fuck.
I was only there to cool down after what happened, and then I run into her there. What are the chances? It’s as if fate wanted me to face my own mistakes. It pissed me off so much, and I lashed out at her.
I was terrified of the consequences of meeting her. Of her knowing who I am and where I work. The risk my job involves.
So I took it out on her.
Only after she’d disappeared through the crowd did I realize what a giant douche I’d been.
I should’ve gone after her to apologize, but I didn’t see her again that night. Maybe I never will.
God, I really do make a mess of things sometimes.
But this is a mess I might be able to fix.
I open my drawer and sift through my papers until I find the one I’m looking for. The contract she almost signed. I brought it home with me so no one would ever find out what happened. I was going to burn it, but now I figure I may be able to use it for something good … because her address is written on the document.
Kat
At work, I take a pill to fix my hangover. Even though I went out with Flynn two days ago, my head is still roaring. I don’t think I’ll get any work done, but I’ll do my very best. I should’ve stopped drinking, but instead, I finished the bottle of wine I had left at home. I don’t even remember what happened afterward.
Only when I woke up did I remember that I’d almost kissed Flynn.
God, what an embarrassment I was. I still haven’t gathered the courage to speak to him, but I should. He supported me when I needed it. Especially when that prick Declan showed up at the club. I still can’t believe he was there. What a way to ruin an evening.