3: Talia.

I don't understand why I'm suddenly on fire from head to toe.

This is Craig?

When I pictured the kind of man who would expect a female to remove her dress in order to get a job, I imagined him a lot more...smarmy. Slick.

This man has integrity in every bulging line of his big body.

No, big doesn't even begin to do him justice. He's a mountain.

A beautiful, magnificent mountain.

As I follow him down the hallway to the final door, I must squeeze my keys hard enough to hurt the palms of my hand. Otherwise, I fear I'll reach for him. Run my fingertips along his mammoth shoulders, sink them into his black hair. I have the strangest urge to climb onto his back and be carried. My goodness, that would be the most secure place in the world. On the back of this giant, my legs around his waist.

That last part creates a pulsing sensation between my thighs.

I bite down hard on my bottom lip and consider excusing myself to the bathroom, so I can rub myself through my panties. I know from experience