JENNA"What is wrong with you? Why are you sounding that way? All we had was a single night, Dylan; and it was supposed to end there. Don't make this into something that it isn't, and shouldn't even be."Even as I say the words I can feel my heart race at the way his arms are folded over his chest in a daunting pose, his eyes never leaving mine."Are you done?" His voice is cold when he asks."Don't you dare do that! I make a good point and you know it." I mimic his pose. "Or what? Why didn't you come clean to my father when you saw me if you knew you wanted to stake a claim on me?" I challenge.A single brow inches high on his forehead. "I don't think you would have reacted well to that, so I thought to save you the embarrassment." He points at me with an upturned palm. "I mean, look at how flustered you get now that I mention it. And we're alone."My cheeks heat up at his assessment and I close my eyes, rubbing my fingers against my forehead to ease the headache that's starting to f
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 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
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