“What if he’s an ax murderer? Losing my virginity could be the last thing I ever do.”
“Then you’ll go out with a bang. Guy that big has to be packing heat.”
“I wanted it to be with someone special.”
“That is not the point!” Erika flailed her arms around. “It’s a fling! This is purely about sex!”
* * *
Monday morning was rough.It didn’t help that I hadn’t slept the night before. Every time I’d closed my eyes, I saw dancing dildos and Parker, shirtless, sprawled over a custom marble waterfall-edge kitchen island.
He wasn’t in the office when I stumbled in, late. Kaitlyn was there though.I hate Mondays.
“I know you’re here to go after Parker. You see him as a meal ticket. You’re just a gold digger with no ambitions and no education,” she sneered.
“I have two college degrees.”
“In fake subjects,” Kaitlyn scoffed.
I was slightly hurt but refused to let her see it. “I’m just here to work and pay off my student loans, same as you.”
“I know you have some ulterior motives. I’m going to find out. Then you’ll be fired,” Kaitlyn hissed. “Parker was almost mine before you came along. You’re trying to manipulate him. But know this: he’ll never marry someone like you. The best you could ever hope to be is his office hookup.”
I slumped at my desk after she left. That was what my problem was. I was a virgin, and I was going to get super attached if I ever—lord willing—slept with Parker. I was already sort of attached just from seeing him with his family and spending time with him at work.
“This is a fling,” I told myself forcefully. “There is one objective: lose your virginity. That’s it. Then he and Kaitlyn can go get married and have a tacky, basic-ass wedding.”
The rest of the morning I forced myself to work and not think about Parker. I had almost succeeded until he walked into the office after lunch. Then I spent more time staring at him out of the corner of my eye than actually putting together the recap of the maker fair.
When five thirty hit, I packed up my laptop. I wasn’t going to get anything done. I needed wine and fried food, but first I had to sneak past Parker. He hadn’t said a word to me since last night. Maybe he regretted it?
I tiptoed out my door and began crossing his office to the exit.
He looked up from his screen, gray eyes pinning me. “Trying to escape?”
He stood up slowly then sauntered over to me. I backed up against a wall. Parker hovered over me, lazy smile on his face.
“I want to kiss you. It was all I could think about last night.”
I fiddled with the hem of my shirt. Parker tipped my head up, two fingers under my chin. I peered at him.
“I thought you said you didn’t want someone like me?” I whispered.
His eyes narrowed. “My initial hypothesis was incorrect. After further consideration, any man would want someone like you. But I don’t want you with any man. I want you with me.”
As he looked me up and down, the phrase “undressing me with his eyes” came to mind.
“You have the nicest tits I’ve ever seen.”
“You haven’t seen them.”
“Maybe you can show me.”
He set his large hands lightly on my waist. They drifted up to barely brush the underside of my chest. He leaned in.
Then he kissed me. It was slow but not hesitant. His mouth was soft, but his body was hard when he crushed me to him. It was a movie-star kiss, a kiss that should happen on the ramparts of a castle in a thunderstorm, a kiss to inspire frantic sonnets.
Parker released me too soon and stepped back. “Was that your first kiss, like your first real kiss?”
