“Of course, sir,” I reply.
I try to look as professional as possible as I walk side by side with Zander through the lobby and out the front door, but it’s hard with my heart pounding in my chest. It’s kind of crazy, and I feel a bit silly that even though we’ve been together – that Zander has taken my virginity – I’m still nervous just walking with him like this. It’s like he’s taking me on our first date or something.
And what is this deep feeling in my stomach that’s been growing since we met? A yearning for him that’s there whenever he’s not around, so strong it’s painful when we’re not together.
Even now as I walk beside him, it’s like mini-explosions going off in every nerve ending all over my body. Like fireworks bursting inside my brain, lighting up every pleasure center I have, and it’s all because of him. What before was an unimaginable pleasure is now simply what I experience whenever he’s with me. It’s simply unbelievable.
“So what is it you wanted to talk to me about?” I ask, my voice low and trembling.
Zander looks down at me, smiling like I’ve just said something idiotic.
“Oh, that?” he chuckles. “Nothing. That was just an excuse to get you out of there. You’re coming home with me, silly. And we’re going to shower together.”
My body flushes with heat and excitement, and I blush as I realize just how stupid I’ve been to have missed something so obvious. I glance back over my shoulder at the door leading back inside.
“But Maggie,” I say. “Won’t she see us leaving together?”
“Don’t worry,” he replies. “I’m parked around the back. And even if she does, who really cares? I’m the boss. I can do what I want. Besides, everyone’s going to find out about us eventually. You’re my girl now, Ali.”