JENNA
His lips latch onto mine again as soon as he kicks the door to the room shut. A moan works its way out of me, my body growing warmer and warmer as he takes control of the kiss. I've been kissed before, but never like this. It feels like he's trying to own my soul, like he's drinking in the very essence of my being, gulping down the intimacy of my insides. I fully relinquish control to him, high on the loads of alcohol I'd digested earlier, and the way his tongue teases mine in a sexy dance. He pushes me against the door, his lips trailing down my chin to my neck and down to the exposed cleavage hanging outside my neckline. Another breathy sound travels out of me and I shudder with the intensity of the moment. I definitely made the right choice. This man is well aware of his place in the bedroom. Guilt tries to choke me at the thought of giving my virginity on a platter to a virtual stranger, but I shove it back down, suffocating it in the water of hurt that came with Nathan's betrayal. When I approached this man at the bar, I had no idea that seducing him would be such an easy thing, especially when he flirted back with a lot more skill than I possessed, seducing me before I even got to the seduction part of my plan. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I didn't even know I had gotten lost in my head until his voice snaps me back to the here. He's looking at me with concern etched on his face, his brows drawn in confusion. I pull him back down by the back of his neck, fusing our lips back together. If I let him look at me as inexperienced coupled with the childishness of my features, he would back out. I really want it to be him. I nod against his mouth, nipping his bottom lip softly. The contact elicits a groan from him and he hoists me up with his hands on my ass. Gingerly, my legs go around his waist, wrapping securely to bring both our aching centers together. He squeezes my ass, and taps it softly. "Do you like that?" I nod. I do. I love the way he just lightly smacked my barely covered ass. "Yeah. Do it again." He chuckles and repeats the action. I moan long and loud, feeling his erection press harder into me; almost like it grew bigger. The sleeves of my dress are tugged at, but they won't budge. He makes a sound that seems like a complaint to me, then leans away from the door to take my back off it. My zipper rolls down quickly, and the dress drops down to pool at my waist. I don't have a bra underneath, and he soon realizes that, groaning appreciatively. His lips find their way to my delicate mounds, latching unto one hardened peak and suckling on it with vigor. Wetness pools between my thighs at the attention that is laden on my breasts, soft purrs rumbling out of me as his fingers and mouth work deftly on both mounds. He suddenly pulls away and lowers my feet to the floor. The dress falls to the ground, and he eyes me up in a hungry fashion. I make to move closer but he puts a hand up to stop me. "You're so gorgeous." I don't have the time to thank him before his mouth is on mine again, and soon enough I feel the mattress dip under our weight as my back lowers to it. He kisses a trail down my overheated body and makes his way to settle with his face between my parted thighs. I almost bolt off the bed when his tongue connects with my wet center, licking and kissing tenderly. His ministration is slow, but very powerful; and before long I am falling over the edge of an intense orgasm. My ears barely register the sound of foil being ripped open before he slides into me, or attempts to. He hisses. "You've never had sex before?" His tone holds notes of disbelief. I shake my head no, suddenly feeling scared that he would stop, but instead a smile grows on his face. "Then I need to make this even more special for you." His pace decreases considerably as he continues to work my body into a frenzy, giving it the time to accept his huge length. When he finally pushes in slowly, my walls welcome him inch by slow inch, until he settles fully inside of me. Oh my Gosh! This feels delicious. ******** The rays of sunlight that sift in through the open windows force a groan out of me. I want to sleep in today. I... My eyes snap open. No, I don't have the luxury of sleeping in today. I am supposed to be getting ready for work today. I bolt upright immediately, dashing into the bathroom to take a bath. It isn't until I'm inside the bathroom that I realise how strange my environment is. The events of the previous night come crashing and heat floods my face. I peek out of the bathroom to look at the gorgeous specimen sleeping on the same bed I just got out of. I wonder how I could have missed such a delightful sight, or the sweet soreness of my body. Bathing was quick and so was getting dressed in the same dress I came with last night. There's no time to look for the underwear that I cannot immediately find amidst the heap of my clothes, so I forfeit it and start heading out. "I can't just leave him like that," I think to myself. I look around for a pen and find one on the floor in the middle of his shed clothing. I pick it up and pull one of the hotel's leaflets, then scrawl a quick note for him. "Thank you so much for last night. It was amazing and I totally enjoyed it. PS: you're totally hot. J"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.
JENNA I take his hand, and introduce myself. "I'm Jenna. Jenna Ross." He smiles. "You're an intern?" I nod eagerly. "Yes, I am. I major in marketing in the university and I applied here for my internship. I was so surprised to find out that I was accepted." "Your grades must have been impeccable if you were selected. I'm impressed." I blush at his words. "Thank you. I guess I do put in a lot of effort for school and stuff." "Get back to work. Come to my office during lunch hour." He doesn't wait for me to say anything else before he turns around and walks away. I get through the hours until lunch break feeling relatively worse than I had after I first met Eva. Almost everyone was giving me the stink eye. Apparently they blame me for Eva's being let off. I try to shake off the feeling of dejection as I make my way up to the office of Mr. Evans. I can't help but wonder why he suddenly wants to meet with me during lunch hour. By the time I make it to the door, it swings
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
DYLANDespite the pleas raging in my skull and begging for me to stop, I refuse to let go of Jenna. My shock had been too many levels too high after Ethan introduced her as his daughter, and now, having her stand so close to me is doing so many things to my head.My hand goes around her waist, and I drop my head down to graze my lips against her ear. She shivers at the words that leave my mouth, but that's the least one of our problems. "I thought I heard your voice. What the hell is going on here?"I refrain from dropping my hand too quickly from her daughter's back. Instead, I raise my eyes to hers and flash a dazzling smile. "Dian, I didn't think you would still be up." I let my fingers relax and push Jenna softly away from myself. "Is your daughter always so clumsy? Or is it just an effect of being new to the working class?" I tease.Ethan's wife, Dian, smiles and visibly relaxes. "I guess she's so young and used to being fended for that she has a hard time getting used to the wo
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 Maybe I was angry when I shoved the door open and stepped in, but not anymore. Now I am simply amused. Both blonde women are staying at me with shocked expressions and their mouths shaped similar to that of a goldfish. I flash them a cheery smile. "Oh, don't stop on my account. I'm just here to grab a bottle of water, nothing more." The taller blonde, in a green blouse and black pants, tips her chin in a posture that should be defiant but really is just an attempt to save herself the embarrassment of being caught in the middle of a gossip. "Then grab the water and leave. Or what? Do you have bigger plans? Like getting us fired for example?" "How would I possibly be able to get you fired? Do tell. Last I checked, I am a mere intern. Or did I get promoted withiut my knowledge?" I ask with the most serious expression I can muster. The same blonde gives me a smile that is anything but friendly. "You know exactly it is that you've you've able to manage our forced retirement. Don
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
JENNA By the time the police get to the scene, my nerves are somewhat calmer, I have a cup of tea in hand and am doing any and everything possible to be on the other side of Mr. Evans at all times. "Can we take your statement now, ma'am?" One of the police officers who looks to be in his fifties approaches me with a kind smile. His name tag reads Benson. His colleague, who looks relatively younger, has taken Mr. Evans out of the room and down to the police car with Dylan in tow. I nod my head slowly. "Yeah, of course." My lungs expand as I inhale a large breath to calm myself before I start reiterating the play out of events to the kind looking man in front of me. "You say all of your co-workers had left for the night?" He asks after I finish explaining my near assault to him. My head bobs up and down in a confirming nod. "Yes. I was the only one in the office at the time. Or at least I thought that I was, until Mr. Carlson showed up." "Do you want to tell me what it was that y