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training—very basic.” I stretched the last two words. Would he notice that I barely lost my hymen and never felt the orgasm? He looked at me twice, and I didn’t know if he liked the idea or wanted to run the other way. Yet I continued making a fool of myself. “Guy on top of girl, a few movements and voila. I can’t promise I’ll do much for you.”
    “I’ll take you through the basic training; a refresher,” he said, and smirked.
    More like sex 101, I wanted to correct him, but refrained.
    Aware of how fast my heart was beating inside my chest, I wondered if this would kill me. As he approached, I felt my insides twirling for him. Pretty Boy wrapped his arms around me and kissed the hell out of me, until I forgot everything but him. The little calm I had left was shattered with the hunger of his kiss. His hands slid from the base of my throat, over my shoulders, arms, hands and hips and then continued up along my back. I wanted to combust, while my senses begged for him to stop or do something to take away the ache. To undo the pulsing knot that had formed in my stomach. As he reached the nape of my neck, he unzipped my dress and grabbed the fabric pulling it up, breaking the kiss.
    “So pretty,” he said, looking at me in awe. Left with a skimpy thong and my bare breasts, I felt gorgeous. How… when did he take off my bra? He kissed my neck, then flicked, licked and sucked my skin; shoulders, breasts, arms, tummy. My body began to tremble and beg for more, or for him to stop. I gripped his shoulders to keep myself steady. But then I wanted to explore him. Those strong biceps matched his eight pack abs, and his penetrating green eyes devoured mine, making me want to expire. “Bed,” he gasped, and gently eased me down onto it. He fondled one of my breasts and then lifted his gaze to meet my eyes giving me a playful smile. “Lesson number one, scream while I take you high enough with my fingers, babe.”
    *
    Saturday flew by with multiple screams; Sunday made me want to be his slave; Monday was when reality kicked in.
    “No names, no numbers and let Serendipity do the job,” I said, and winked. After he gave me one last deep kiss, I went back into my own room with the new key he had requested from the front desk.
    I arrived at K&W Advertising, where Suzy, one of the creative executives, introduced herself and gave me a warm welcome. After the brief tour through the four floor brownstone that housed K&W and some other businesses, I set up shop in the conference room. Liam Knight introduced himself an hour later, apologizing for the inconvenient wait—family issues. The man reminded me of someone with his chiseled features, but this man had amber colored eyes and darker hair. I disregard my infatuation with Mr. Perfect-sex and began to discuss accounts with my now second boss. The success in the New York branch had given me the opportunity to broaden my horizons within the company and allowed me to handle accounts worldwide.
    “Jacob, what the hell?” Liam lifted his gaze when the door opened and fumed at whoever had barged in without knocking on the door. “Do I interrupt your meetings? No, no, leave my employees alone.”
    “Surveillance, I’m a genius,” the voice that told me earlier during our shower ‘that’s right, baby, scream for me’ , said. “Yes, you may call me stalker, Miss….” Jacob’s grin appeared after he rotated my chair so I’d face him.
    “Anderson,” Liam, my boss said and stood next to his brother.
    That’s why he looked familiar, Emma.
    “Go away.” His eyes were about to leave their sockets. “Jake, we have an agreement. You and Mitchel stay away from my employees; I do the same with yours.”
    “Met her before, little brother.” He tilted his head and gave me a blissful smile. “Elevator-airport girl. Give us five,” he ordered.
    “Jacob Knight,” he said, and extended his hand and pulled me into an embrace. “Your turn, Miss Anderson. My little brother