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I needed
to know.
    I no longer wanted to look at him.
Instead, I focused on the little rays of sun that sprouted through
the cotton-clouded sky, so blue that I practically got lost in
it.
    "Did you hear me?" He was speaking
to me, but I had traveled a million miles away.
    "Sorry, Mr. Felton, what did you
say?"
    "It's amazing.  Do you know
how many women try to accomplish what you pull off so naturally?"
The word naturally left his plump lips. Silence
lingered.
    The blood rushed to my face, and I
could feel my cheeks turn pink.
    "You're joking, right?" I tried to
pull the edge from my voice, act like I didn't care, but I
couldn't. I expected him to say something else. Something different
like, "fuck me now or get on your knees" by the way he looked at
me.
    "You don't even know what you've
got, do you? You're fucking amazing, Ms. Downs. You don't try to be
beautiful... You just are. I have a handful of ladies that would
die for these legs, waist, and for"—he cupped my breasts in his
hands—"these."
    I tensed, and he squeezed, but
immediately let go. He continued to stand inches from my body, and
I could smell him. Clean like soap and summer rain, and I almost
soaked up his scent. The edge of his suit brushed across my
nipples, and they were rock hard. My hormones, not whore moans,
went haywire.
    "My business is built upon
confidence, Ms. Downs, confidence in whom you are, and with what
you have. You've got the body, the perfect ass and tits, pretty
face, the fierce attitude, but you seem embarrassed about your
body, and I can't understand why."
    I didn't speak.
    "No. It's not…" He paused,
chuckled, and then fell silent. I was confused.
    "I can't believe I didn't
recognize a virgin when I saw one. Usually I'm very good at spotting them, but you, you were a little hard to
crack. I'm not fooled often."
    "Is it written across my forehead
or something?"
    "I could tell when I touched you.
Your reaction—you actually flinched. But the fact that you are
standing here proves that you've got an inkling of a wild side.
Beyond the self-doubt, another person waits to be unlocked and set
free. Most women, a majority of them, actually, leave at the
beginning… but you're not like them. You're different. You are the virgin who stayed."
    He placed his hand under my chin
and forced me to look into his emerald-green eyes.
    "If you'll trust me, and agree to
be one of my girls, I can make your wildest dreams come
true."
    "So let me get this straight." I
put my hands on my hips. "I guess I'm not applying for an
accounting position?"
    "I've got the perfect position for you, but I don't think you can handle
it."
    With his face close, his warm
breath tingled across my skin. He left me utterly
speechless.
    "Would you like a drink, Ms.
Downs?"
    "Yes, actually I
would."
    "Rocks or straight up?"
    "Um. Rocks."
    Mr. Felton sat my drink on the
edge of the desk and stood on the other side. He watched me move
across the room, naked and in red heels. As I approached my drink,
he grinned. I reached over the desk and chugged it fast. My throat
burned.
    "Thirsty, are we?
Refill?"
    I slid the glass toward him. He
poured Maker's Mark midway on the rocks glass, and I slammed it
down.
    "Another?"
    "Bring it."
    My face burned along with my body.
I could feel the alcohol running through my veins, calming the
tense muscles and washing my jittery nerves away with each drink.
He poured another, filled the glass to the rim, and as I tried to
swallow down the next round of liquid gold, he stopped
me.
    "When's the last time you've had
hard liquor?"
    "Never. I'm barely
twenty-two."
    "That doesn't matter. I know
seventeen-year-olds that can drink me under the table."
    I didn't answer. I didn't want to
be seen as a prude twenty-two-year-old virgin who never drank a
drop and cursed like a sailor.
    Instead, I lifted the glass and
tipped it up, making sure to get each drop.
    "Why are you here, Ms.
Downs?"
    "I have no fucking
clue."
    He puckered his lips a bit and
then raised