DYLAN"Excuse you?" My ears are ringing with disbelief. Did she really just say that?"That's exactly what I've been asking you as well. Can you please excuse me and let me do my job?"I start to move closer to her but she raises a palm up to halt my progress. "Don't even think about it.""Jenna...""You can say whatever it is that you want from there, Dylan. I don't need to exchange breaths with you to be able to hear you."My fingers comb through my hair in exasperation. God! Why is it so difficult to understand women?"I got a call yesterday. You were here when that happened. It was an emergency that was why I hurried out the way that I did." I walk away from her to the side of my office where a tiny liquor bar is perched against the wall.She doesn't move, or say a single word as I pour myself a shot of whiskey and down it. I don't say anything more either, instead I help myself to another shot and down it just like I had the first one."If that's all. I'd like to leave now." Her
JENNA My mind and body have been going in two opposite directions a lot lately. On the surface, I'm a capable employee meeting the demands of her job and superiors, but on the inside, I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown. I'm still torn on what decision to make where Dylan is concerned. I don't know whether to be happy or upset that he fled the way he did yesterday. While my head is telling me that having a relationship of any sort with my boss, despite the technicalities surrounding it, is a bad idea, my body completely melts whenever he's near. One touch from him and I'm ready to rip all of my clothes off. Hell, it only takes one look for me to be a dripping mess. I step out of the elevator, move in the direction of the office space I occupy amongst other interns, and freeze in place. What the actual fuck?! There's a huge as hell bouquet on my desk, and an angry Dylan is standing in front of it with his assistant, Donald. "I have no idea, Sir. I thought it was sent by s
DYLAN"Excuse you?" My ears are ringing with disbelief. Did she really just say that?"That's exactly what I've been asking you as well. Can you please excuse me and let me do my job?"I start to move closer to her but she raises a palm up to halt my progress. "Don't even think about it.""Jenna...""You can say whatever it is that you want from there, Dylan. I don't need to exchange breaths with you to be able to hear you."My fingers comb through my hair in exasperation. God! Why is it so difficult to understand women?"I got a call yesterday. You were here when that happened. It was an emergency that was why I hurried out the way that I did." I walk away from her to the side of my office where a tiny liquor bar is perched against the wall.She doesn't move, or say a single word as I pour myself a shot of whiskey and down it. I don't say anything more either, instead I help myself to another shot and down it just like I had the first one."If that's all. I'd like to leave now." Her
DYLANAnger takes over her features and she glares at me. "What the hell is wrong with you? What gives you the right to speak to me that way?""I don't like to repeat myself, Jenna..."She cuts me off arrogantly. "That's just so sad, Dylan. Or is it Mr. Carlson? I would like to know which one I am talking to right now."My eyes burn into hers and it takes all of my self control to not bend her over my thighs and spank the fuck out of her."Jenna..."She cuts me off again. "I don't know what it is that is wrong with you, but it gives you no right to talk to me this way.""You ignored my texts." I state in a matter of fact tone.A single brow archs on her face and she rolls her eyes. "You were rude there too. And what are you? Thirteen?"She finally moves closer and takes a seat on one of the seats opposite mine. "What do you want?""Your mom's been calling me. Did you say anything to her about the incident?"Her head bobs in a nod. "Yeah, and I pled with her to keep it from Dad till I
JENNA"Hey, sorry I'm late." Kimberly apologizes as she slides into the opposite side of the booth."It's fine. You look lovely," I compliment her with a smile.She does look lovely in her short green dress that hugs her busts and then flares out softly at the waist. The gorgeous piece stops mid-thigh, showing off the delicate creaminess of her shapely legs.She beams up at me. "Thank you. I was supposed to be on a date, but the jerk stood me up."I cringe. "Oh? His loss. You look absolutely ravishing."Her face pulls into a very big smile, stretching her cheeks from side to side. I feel my heart swell with a certain level of pride for putting that smile there. Kimberly, although she has a sweet soul, smiles the least amongst everyone else in the office. "Thank you. I sometimes think a little bit differently about myself because these men have been rather flaky with me."My forehead squeezes into a frown. "What do you mean?""I have a six years old son, and my dates usually go great
JENNA"She has to be a jinx or something. I mean I know that they weren't necessarily the best of people, but isn't it totally weird how they both lost their jobs mere weeks after she showed up?" A female voice carries from inside the machine room.I stop in my tracks, no longer sure whether or not I should go in.Really?! I groan inwardly. What kinds of people are these? Why am I the one who's constantly taking the heat when I'm the one who's constantly being wronged?"That might not be how it is. Maybe she just has a serious case of bad luck? It seems to be following her around." Another voice carries over through the door. "You make a good point. I could have sworn that she was sleeping with Mr. Evans. Who would have thought that he would get fired and arrested for almost raping her in the office?" Another female speaks up, this one different from the first two."Poor girl. I wonder how she must have felt after something like that happened." The first voice speaks again.She reall
DYLANAnger takes over her features and she glares at me. "What the hell is wrong with you? What gives you the right to speak to me that way?""I don't like to repeat myself, Jenna..."She cuts me off arrogantly. "That's just so sad, Dylan. Or is it Mr. Carlson? I would like to know which one I am talking to right now."My eyes burn into hers and it takes all of my self control to not bend her over my thighs and spank the fuck out of her."Jenna..."She cuts me off again. "I don't know what it is that is wrong with you, but it gives you no right to talk to me this way.""You ignored my texts." I state in a matter of fact tone.A single brow archs on her face and she rolls her eyes. "You were rude there too. And what are you? Thirteen?"She finally moves closer and takes a seat on one of the seats opposite mine. "What do you want?""Your mom's been calling me. Did you say anything to her about the incident?"Her head bobs in a nod. "Yeah, and I pled with her to keep it from Dad till I
DYLANAfter I hit her with the confession that I am the owner of the company where she works, she stays completely quiet. She doesn't utter a single word even when I help her gather her things, usher her out of the building and into my car, or when I put it in drive and start rolling down the street.I flick a glance in her direction and she is simply staring out the window, with her head leaning against it."You know you have to tell me where to take you eventually, right? I don't think you want your parents to see you in this state." I say softly.At that she finally turns to look at me, her expression heavily dazed. "Can we just drive around for a bit? I don't think I can stomach being alone right now."I nod once. "I understand."We keep going round and round without a single destination until I look at the time and see that it's at 9pm."Jenna. We've been driving around for a while. It's time for us to go home and get some rest. You still have work tomorrow."She glares at me. "A