FORBIDDEN ATTRACTIONS; DANGEROUS SECRETS

JENNA Excitement unlike anything I have ever felt courses through me. I cannot put the feeling into words, my heart is beating really wildly in my chest and my face is split on a grin. I hail a cab and jump into it, telling the driver to take me straight to Nathan's place. I can't wait to share the news with him. Since after our engagement a few weeks ago, I've been constantly riddled with good news. By the time I make it to his apartment, my cheeks are hurting from smiling too much. I pay the cab driver and hurry up into the building. I press the button to the elevator, but am too impatient to wait when it reads that it's currently occupied; so I race up the stairs, passing by a few surprised faces as I move with reckless speed. I knock on the door of the apartment, but get no response. "Weird. I thought he said he got the day off today?" I mumble to myself. I pull the spare key out of my purse and put it into the keyhole, then push the door open. I look around the living room

JENNA I finally make it to the office building, already late by almost thirty minutes. I had to go home and change into clothes that were actually work appropriate. I couldn't show up to my first day of work looking like an underpaid stripper. My head is low as I walk into the building, but I find that it is milling with tons of people, all of them too busy to pay attention to the late intern. "Who are you?" An order lady calls from her place behind the computer. I snap my head in her direction. I had forgotten that this was the reception and that I had to actually check in. I was just lost in the sheer grandness of this place. "I'm Jenna," I introduce myself, making my way over to the counter behind which she's sitting. "Jenna Ross. New intern." "Intern?" She looks me up and down. "In what department?" "Marketing and Advertising." She turns her attention back to the computer in front of her and goes to work searching me out. She finally raises her eyes back up to my face.

JENNAI can't get the thought of that God-awful meeting out of my head as the cab rolls down the streets towards my parents' mansion.My first day at work couldn't have gone any more badly. I think back to the incident with Eva and then the forced kiss with Mr. Evans and my body gives an involuntary shudder. Gross."We're here ma'am." The cab driver's voice cuts through the fog in my mind and I shake my head.Good thing my car was off the road, else I would have gotten into an accident with how lost I've been all day. I thank the driver, hand him a few bills and get out of the vehicle.I wipe my sweaty palms down my pants and walk up the lengthy driveway that leads to out house. Dad is relatively successful, with a flourish company of his own and a chain of businesses that put him as one of the billionaires in the city, I can't say that I am lacking in the way of finance. But I need to get a headstart on my life without leaning on him all the time, hence my decision to apply it work f

JENNAI don't think the term ‘stressed out’ even begins to cover the level of exhaustion that's floating in my bloodstream. My body is moving on autopilot, my legs carrying themselves slowly over the expanse of the office floors as I moved from one task to another.The sound over the intercom forces a shock out of me, and I barely manage to fight back my groan."Ms. Ross, report to my office immediately."Mr. Evans has had a vendetta against me ever since I turned him down at the bar he took me to last week and it was all I could do to not hide in a hole instead of showing up to work everyday.I dropped off the documents I was supposed to deliver to my supervisor in the marketing department, Mr. Jackson, on my desk and head straight for the elevator with a weary sigh.By the time I got to his office, my nerves were all over the place, but I put on a mask of utter composure. My knuckles connected with the hard frame of the door in a knock."Come in." His deep voice carries over to me

JENNA My mind almost shuts down as the implication of his words take root in my mind. I do the one thing that I can think of in this moment. I bite down on his palm that's covering my mouth, then stomps down on his foot with my heeled one. He groans in pain and immediately let's go of me. I take the opportunity to get the hell away from him. My feet are covering up space as quickly as my heels would allow and I focus simply on two things; breathing and getting the hell out of here. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" An angry Mr. Evans clamps down on my hair in fury and tosses me to the floor. A loud yell erupts from my throat as I cry for help, and then I aim for his balls and kick him as hard as I can between his parted thighs as he stares down at me. He doubles over from the pain and I drag myself to my feet again, racing away from him. The elevator is on the opposite side of where I am right now, and getting around him to it is the only option I have to get out o