All Chapters of FORBIDDEN ATTRACTIONS; DANGEROUS SECRETS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

JENNAA WEEK LATER"Hey honey. How have you been?" Mom's excited voice carries over through the phone.I nearly break down in tears at the sound of her peaceful voice. She sounds so happy, like she doesn't have a single bother in the world. I can't deny that I miss having so little problems in my life."Jenna?" She prompts, and it's only then that I realize she has been waiting on an answer, and I haven't given her any.I clear my throat. "Sorry, I've just been really busy lately and...""Are you okay, sweetie? You don't usually sound this frazzled."My eyes squeeze shut and I struggle to hold back the groan that's threatening to spill from my mouth. "I'm fine, Mom. Just that you were right and this working thing can be really exhausting."She doesn't buy it, and her sigh rings with enough disbelief. "I'm your mother, Jenna. You should know better than to lie to me. What really is wrong? I can tell that something is, and it's not work."The tears I've been struggling to hold back come

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"What's wrong? You never showed up to lunch after Mr. Carlson summoned you yesterday. What did he want?"I contemplate pouring all of my frustrations out on Kim but refrain. It's not her fault that some men are arrogant jackasses, who only want what they want and nothing more.The way he got up and out of the office after taking me over the table still makes me cringe with both anger and embarrassment. Did he think of me as a call..."A penny for your thoughts?" Kim's voice breaks through the barrier of my thoughts once more.I exhale a weary breath and then turn around to face her. "Keep it down, will you? I don't want any more rumors spreading about my being summoned by the boss."Her eyes roll in a very dramatic way. "Oh, please. He's technically not our boss. Although he's the company's owner, he happens to not even exist as far as the affairs of the company are comcerned." Another sigh fights its way past my throat. "Mm.""You really do have to tell me what is going on wit

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