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sex whenever he wants. Heather just walked out on him with his cock still hard and erect. She’d left him in the height of arousal, for the second time in less than 24 hours.
    He leaned back in the chair and rubbed his hands over his face and into his hair. He gave a sharp exhalation, trying to expel his frustration along with the air in his lungs.  He looked at the view, through the enormous chasm of his office window, without really seeing it. His memory of the vulnerable look on Heather’s face during the ravages of orgasm flashed in his mind.

7 - Reflection
     
    Heather had another restless night. After leaving Ryan, she had gone straight home and showered. But no matter how she tried, she couldn’t wash off the memory of the erotic episode.
    She’d changed into her painting clothes and gone downstairs to her studio. Painting was a release for her and she certainly had plenty of it to do. Throwing herself into the creative process released a lot of pent up emotion.
    She began to reflect on what had happened in the last day. She had to admit that every time she was with Ryan, she lost all control. Despite intentions to the contrary, she fell into his arms. There was just no way to resist the magnetic pull he had on her.
    That was going to be a problem. She had to complete the painting he commissioned. It wasn’t just the money. Her reputation was at stake. To refuse a high profile personality, actually offend hi m, would put a damp on future business. Her painting was her life.
    She’d have to be able to see him without falling all over him. That was not going to be easy. She needed her anger to propel her away from him.
    In her mind, the anger was clearly justified. Ryan was a known heart throb. Every woman in America and probably women from around the world would fall at his feet, if they thought he was interested in them.
    That’s not what she wanted. She’d been hurt before, the memory still painful in her mind. Her heart had ached for months. She’d been unable to eat, sleep or even work. She couldn’t let herself be vulnerable again, especially not with someone who would clearly love her and leave her.
    She’d just have to steel her heart. Focus on the painting, get it done and move on. Get her life back to the way it was, only a day ago. It amazed her how much life could change, how much her feelings could change, so quickly.
    As Ryan showered and dressed the next morning, he thought only of Heather. This was downright embarrassing. Ryan portrayed a rock solid male image in all his films. He couldn’t let a beautiful woman get the better of him in real life.
    He was attracted to Heather in a way he wasn’t used to. Beautiful women were available, particularly in Hollywood. He’d just go back to the way it was before he allowed his sexual urges to make his decisions. Heather seemed so right. She was everything he wanted, a real woman, not motivated by money or trying to move her career ahead by sleeping with him.
    There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted Heather, intensely. But she clearly wasn’t emotionally available. Or, physically, it would seem. It had been a long time since Ryan had lain awake in bed, his cock swollen with desire with no willing woman next to him.
    He’d considered calling one of the many women available at the press of a button on his phone. He just couldn’t quite do it. The feeling of Heather in his arms consumed with her orgasm was still very real. He couldn’t imagine how he’d pleasure another woman, not right now.
    His evening ended in bed, alone, stroking his hard cock. He called out her name and groaned as he came with a huge release combined with the agony of being without her.

8 - The Dreaded Visit
     
    Heather stopped by the office the following morning. She checked her messages, which included one from Monica. It merely said “Call me as soon as you get in.” Monica’s office was just upstairs, so she regularly came down to chat about various