Wouldn’t be proper.
This mysterious feeling I haven’t been able to explain for so long is getting more intense as the minutes pass by long after we’ve finished at the restaurant, and Jase takes Dad and me home.
“I’ll be fine, Dad,” I chirp. “Just too much food and now a job interview in the morning,” I squeak.
Feeling like my whole insides have been brushed by the best feeling ever.
The mental flash of being alone in a room with Michael Hart.
“I should get some sleep,” I say, spinning on my heel and keeping my legs as close together as I can. I finally make it to my bedroom.
The heat of my arousal is overwhelming again just by thinking about the man.
“Night…I’ll see ya at breakfast.” I hear my Dad calling out, noticing how early it still is.
But I’m positive Dad’s as keen for a good night’s sleep as I am.
Who am I kidding? I don’t feel like I’ll ever sleep again.
I think Jase’s birthday surprise is a bigger present than anyone could imagine.
I can’t quite put my finger on it, but something huge is about to happen.
And it’s got nothing to do with a job.
I change into my pajamas after picking out an outfit I think is the closest to decent I own.
Telling myself to shower in the morning. Mainly because I’m so horny right now. The thought of anything touching me might just set off something I have no control over.
And I need to be focused on tomorrow.
For Michael.
I mean, Mr. Hart.
Feeling like I’ve had too much soda, I toss and turn long after I hear my Dad creaking through the house to his room.
But try as I might, I just can’t stop the buzzing feeling that’s running through my whole body.
It all feels like a dream now, all on my twentieth birthday, too.
All our problems might be over if I can get a decent job.
And my boss’s Dad?
Well, he’s the biggest reason I can’t sleep. And by the time I do drift off in the early hours, it’s his huge muscular frame I see replaying in my half-dream state.
That day I saw him at the graduation, but only for a second.
Only this time, he comes over, and instead of saying hi or shaking hands, he just grabs hold of me, kissing me until all the air’s gone out of me.
Kissing me until I feel a river of my arousal running between my legs, only making him kiss me even harder.
The next morning it’s my Dad who has to wake me.
I totally forget to set any alarms, and I fly out of bed in an instant panic.
“I’ve got breakfast ready, just calm down and have something to eat before you get ready. You’ve got plenty of time still,” Dad coaches me, his soothing voice and calm face making me slow down and do this right.
“Who’s Michael?” he asks, looking up from his cereal when I finally get myself together.
I gasped as if an electric current zapped me.
“I thought you were on your phone last night, but you must’ve been dreaming.” Dad shrugs, slurping some coffee before he notices the time.
“I gotta run,” he says, sliding his chair back. My stomach is jolting with anxiety for a second until he pulls some money from under his plate.
“For a cab there and straight back again,” he says with a level of authority that only Dads can get away with, making me smile.
I hadn’t actually thought that far ahead somehow.
“Thanks, Dad. And wish me luck,” I call after him as he leaves for job number one. Or is it number three?
“You don’t need luck, Vanessa. You’ve got this. Just be yourself,” he says before he goes. A little emotion in his voice, but I know he’s never been one to get gushy over stuff.
Funnily enough, I feel less nervous the closer I get to Hart Construction.
It’s early Saturday morning, so traffic’s light, and before I know it, I’m in the reception area with my resume in hand.
I’m finally guided into his office after I hear the receptionist’s voice along with the deep, commanding tone of Michael…Mr. Hart.
Don’t call him Michael, you idiot. It’s Mr. Hart and you’ll do anything to get this job.
Anything?
Heck yes. I can’t go through another night like that. Not without knowing if I’m crazy.
Not unless I know for sure he’s not into short, thick girls half his age….
By the time I sit waiting in his massive office, I’m more excited than nervous.
The feeling comes over me again, and after a whole-body shiver, I realize the man himself is right behind me.
I feel clumsy and stupid for a second, but once our eyes lock and he takes my hand, introducing himself in the same deep voice I heard earlier, I feel like I’m melting in a puddle.
Right there in front of him.