Virgin for Sale Chapter 15

Emily looks frazzled. She is usually calm and happy to discuss.

“Look, the boss wants what he wants. He needs an assistant, and he’s asked for you. You’ve been
highly recommended with the work you’ve done here already. It won’t be hard. You’ll need to fetch him
coffee, write up reports, take notes. He’ll talk you through everything you need to know. Just stop
panicking and stop thinking.” Emily winks at me.

This isn’t helping to calm my already frayed nerves.

Sleep hadn’t been kind to me last night. I’d tossed and turned until all hours. Then Kerry had a bad
dream again, and it fills me with so much anger it always keeps me up. I’ve not got any barriers up right
now. I need to be able to control myself to deal with the boss.

The man I’d slept with.

The man I haven’t been able to stop thinking about when I’ve got two minutes to myself.

Taking the paperwork that Chase Dunce needs, I’ve got no other excuses and even hinting at a sick
day wouldn’t do. She’d start asking questions.

The last thing I need is for someone to think I’m sleeping with the boss.

I have slept with the boss.

This is a nightmare.

A complete and total nightmare.

Leaving Emily’s office, I head to the elevator. Remembering what happened yesterday, I immediately
veer off and go to the stairs. At least twelve flights, but that’s okay. Exhaustion at the end of the shift



would be a welcome reprieve.

Making my way up each step, I hold onto the railing and count as I go.

“One, two, three, four five, six, seven.”

I turn a corner, take another couple of steps, and repeat.

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.”

I don’t want to think about his hands on me. The way he’d held me down as he slammed his cock so
deep that it tore through my virgin body. Even with the pain, that pulse of arousal had been so strong,
and I’d not wanted him to stop.

That night had been everything I wanted it to be and so much more. Feeling him in my mouth, his
hands all over my body, making me ache with arousal.

Before I know it, I’m at the top floor, only I’m not out of breath. I am highly aroused. My nipples are
tight, pressing against the front of my blouse.

That’s what I wore to work, a white blouse and knee-length black skirt. They were the cheapest clothes
I could afford at the time. The money I had to spare was going for Kerry’s college education as well as
the counseling sessions she was getting.

She doesn’t like to admit they are working, but clearly they are. Last night she actually smiled at me. It
was a real smile as well, not just one to make me feel better.

I just want what’s best for her.

It’s why I sold myself for money.



When I enter the main floor, the noise is quite deafening there’s so much activity. No one pays any
attention to me, but I see Chase. He’s waiting. He leans against the doorframe, hand in front of him,
looking at his watch.

I’m not late.

I’m never late.

Closing the distance between us, I stop just in front of him.

“Emily wanted me to give you these.” I hold out the files, and he smiles.

“Good. I take it you’ve been given an update.”

“Yes. I’m to report to you.”

“Good.”

“Why do you want me?”

He smiles again, that smile that seems to take my breath away. I remember him doing that a lot when
we were together. The smile that promised something wicked.

Six months it’s been since he’d last touched me, and I want him again.

So much time has passed.

I’ve not been with anyone else.

The money I used to pay for everything always felt dirty to me.



“Let’s start with you making me coffee. Black, no sugar, and I’ll get you set up for what you’re doing
today.”

“Where’s the coffee machine?”

“In the corner. I’m sure you can find it.”

I hate this but head over to the coffee station. I see a cup that has the word BOSS printed right on it.
Grabbing the cup, I stand at the coffee machine, pouring out a cup full of dark liquid. It doesn’t smell
nice to begin with.

With his coffee in hand, I make my way back to his office.

“Close the door,” he says.

What should I do?

What can I do?

I mean, I’ve got to close the door, locking me inside a room with him.

Biting my lip to keep myself from ruining this opportunity, I put the coffee on the desk and stand,
waiting.

“Take a seat.”

Pushing my skirt beneath me, I sit on the chair opposite him.

Keeping my legs closed, I watch him. He’s looking through the files Emily sent up. One of his hands
goes to his head, and he rubs a spot. His dark hair looks a little longer than I remember.


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