She was a gorgeous woman working at the Seymour Group, a big media company.
She cared more about her makeup than her meetings with bosses. Even though she followed orders, she dreamed big about moving up in her career, aiming to be more than just a local TV anchor.
Her main goal was to have her own show and prove herself. One day, she got stuck in an elevator with the boss of the Seymour Group. She saw this as a chance to impress him. To her surprise, the boss, who seemed arrogant at first, knew her already.
His playful talk made her wonder if he was just killing time or trying to get closer to her. Little did she know, this meeting would change her life. They not only worked together but also formed a deeper connection that went beyond work.
“This was all for me,” she says. “This whole night—it was about announcing the show. You were a dick about it, but it was for me.” “What?” I’m taken aback by that perspective. I mean, it was all for her show, but it’s not like I don’t have skin in the game. It’s not like…
I tighten the hand at the back of her head so she knows I intend this to be a monologue. Instead, I study her eyes for the answer. There’s guilt there that I can’t quite interpret. “He’s softer, isn’t he? Let’s you use your hands, makes you do all the work?” I can imagine him…
I sit up suddenly, my eyes frantically surveying the strange room as the later details of the night come to me in pieces. I’d been tired and intoxicated. Hadrian had said he had someplace I could stay. Then…had he carried me into bed? I spot my dress draped over an armchair in the corner. I…
He doesn’t answer, and when I pull my phone from the purse that’s thankfully by the dress, I find it’s dead. Of course. I stomp over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and pull back the curtain to see if I can guess the time from the sun. Early, is all I make out. Seven or eight,…
I follow her to my kitchen and throw my purse on the counter as she pulls something up on her phone. My stomach has already decided whatever it is must be bad, and it’s gurgling with dread when she turns the screen for me to see the headline in bold: SNC CONTINUES HISTORY OF NEPOTISM…
“I wasn’t followed,” he assures me. “And I valet parked almost a mile away at a twenty-four-hour strip club. If there’s a tracker on my car, that’s where they’ll think I’ve gone.” Then he gestures to the drinks and a brown paper bag sitting on the coffee table. “I picked up some coffees and breakfast…
“That’s a good one,” Hadrian says. “You should come work for me.” “I already do, thank you, but I appreciate the offer.” On any other day, I’d love that they’re getting along so well, but I’m too focused on myself at the moment. “Good one, like it’s probably a question I’ll be asked? Or good…
I let out a sigh and let go of Shiloh’s fantasy. Whatever is going on with me and Hadrian, I’m smart enough to know it’s a passing phase. He’s never had a serious girlfriend, according to the internet, but he’s been seen with many different women over the years. He’s obviously a player, and I’m…
God. I can’t even see him and yet… Why is it so hot? My orgasm comes much too fast and borderline too strong. The world goes black, and I’m lost. Spinning in an ecstasy that should be illegal, or at the very least, ethically wrong. To be sure, it might actually be wrong. The same…
I also don’t miss the hint of a smile before it disappears. “That can’t be all you care about.” She’s right, of course. I can’t care what most people think of me—a good deal of them hate me just because of my name, just because of my bank account. But I do care what my…