My warm fingers slid up my leg and met the rim of my night shorts. I teased at the material with my thumb and bit my lip as I pictured those muscular arms wrapping around my barren torso while he drove into me with a surprising vigor. That passionate night between us never escaped me, but in that mo
Stepping out of the elevator onto the bustling floor of my firm, a rush of excitement and nerves surged through me. The exclusive interview was just a few hours away. I’d done all I could to prepare. Penny had ultimately become Timothy and I’s coaches, constructing a hypothetical script for us that
Finally, I gathered my notecards, each one filled with talking points and facts that I wanted to cover during the interview. I knew that Carl Plunk was notorious for throwing curveball questions, and I wanted to be as prepared as possible. With a last glance in the mirror, I picked up my bag and he
I knew this was coming, and I took a moment to gather my thoughts. "Timothy is a valued client," I began, choosing my words carefully. "We formed a strong professional connection, but any suggestion beyond that is purely speculative." Carl nodded thoughtfully, his expression understanding. "I appre
Timothy shot me a sidelong glance, a playful glint in his eyes. "Surprisingly, yes," he replied with a nonchalant shrug. "We talked about my hockey career choices, my plans for the future. And, of course, he was quite intrigued by my community outreach efforts." I leaned back in the seat, absorbing
Our eyes locked, and for a fleeting second, the world around us seemed to fade into insignificance. In that suspended moment, it felt as if the universe had conspired to bring us closer, to bridge the gap between friendship and something more. The tension between us crackled in the air, an electric
My heart ached as I replayed the night, each laughter-filled conversation and stolen glance etched into my memory. Timothy's disappointed gaze haunted me. As the tears streamed down my cheeks, I couldn't help but wonder if I had made the right choice. The fear of the unknown, the potential conseque
My grip on the phone tightened, the memories of his repulsive face flooding back with a vengeance. "What do you want, Bruce?" I tried to keep my voice steady, to hide the fear that threatened to consume me. A sinister chuckle echoed through the line. "Oh, Evie, always so direct. I thought we could