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  My Dad frowns and before I can stop him, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. “Take this card and get a few things. Nothing too crazy, please, but enough to get you by until you get your first check.”

  “Dad, I can’t.” I try to argue. “You’ve done enough for me already.”

  “Julia, pay me back if you want, but do it. You need them. Got to make a good impression on your first day.”

  His voice is pointed, warning no-nonsense. It’s the same one I’d hear when I was little and misbehaved. It’s so ingrained in me that all I can do is take the credit card and mumble, “Yes, sir.”

  “I love you, Julia.” Dad gives me a quick squeeze. “And I’m proud of you.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” I squeeze him back quickly. “I love you, too. Now get back to work.”

  Dad chuckles, “Yes, ma’am. Be careful getting home. I’ll see you later.” He disappears back through the gate.

  With a resounding sigh, I realize I now have to go clothes shopping. It’s not something I enjoy, having to try on this and that, and walking from one end of the mall to the other, only to return to the first store I went in to buy what I first tried on. I climb on the bus that heads to the mall. The sooner it’s done, the sooner I can have it over with.

  Chapter Four

  Griff

  Unfortunately, I have to leave town for a few days. It really sucks when I want to welcome my new PA before she gets started, but it’s one of the burdens of being the boss since a lot of our clients either can’t spare the time to come to us, or else they won’t deal with anyone else but the CEO when it comes to high-value contracts. However, Bonnie happily offers to train Julia while I’m gone, so at least I know she’ll be in good hands.

  The flight from San Francisco to Seattle gives me time to work on the proposal I’ll be pitching tomorrow to supply high-frequency radios to one of our biggest clients. I’m confident we’ll get the contract as there’s nothing out there to compete with our build quality, and this equipment must be reliable in extreme heat and cold. Still, it never hurts to do some final preparation before a meeting like this, yet I continue to think about Julia—and whenever I do, my pants become tighter. Although the seats are roomy in First Class, that’s not exactly ideal when I’m sitting so close to other people, and I cover the bulge with some papers, hoping no one has noticed. I try to think about anything else than her, and I’m more successful at it than I’d like.

  My thoughts drift back to an old friend. She was never a romantic interest, more like a sister to me really. Annabeth was a little younger than me, but our parents were good friends and our yards were close. I knew her for as far back as I can remember.

  It wasn’t until high school that things began to fall apart between us. She got a boyfriend, and he was very jealous of how close we were. I noticed a change in her behavior. She began to dress differently, and one day I saw a bruise on her arm, but when I mentioned it, she dismissed my concern and said she’d accidentally knocked against a wall.

  Then in my senior year—Annabeth’s junior year—she finally came to the realization that her boyfriend was unstable and she tried to break things off with him. He wouldn’t take no for an answer and he followed her and harassed her. Eventually, when she wouldn’t respond to his unwanted advances, he snapped and strangled her.

  She and I were still on the outs over her picking that douchebag over our friendship, but I’ll always wonder if I’d have just been there, I could’ve saved her life.

  A low ‘bong’ makes me open my eyes. The fasten seatbelt sign is on again and some of the cabin crew are rushing around with trolleys, collecting glasses and garbage. I check my watch and realize we must be on our final descent into Seattle.

  I buckle up, shake off the chill of those memories and get ready to switch into business mode again.

  Chapter Five

  Julia

  I’m not sure if it’s my excitement or anxiety that keeps me awake. It’s silly, because I’m confident that I’m able to perform every task the job requires. What’s more, I wasn’t joking about being stir-crazy. I’ve reorganized my dad’s whole place from top to bottom and cleaned everything in sight, but I’m so tired of being here alone every day.

  There’s something else, too… something stupid. All damn day I haven’t been able to get Griff off my mind—his laugh, his masculine scent, his smile—all of it. It’s like it’s become some kind of weird instant obsession with the man. What’s worse—now, in the dark silence of night as I lie in bed, my thoughts have become naughty fantasies. I imagine the feel of his body on mine, the weight of him on top of me as he thrusts his hips against mine. I wonder if he tastes as good as he smells, or what his immaculately-trimmed beard would feel like pressed against my pussy.

  Before I can stop myself, my hand finds its way to my clit. I rub in small, gentle circles as I continue to think about Griff. The buildup intensifies, and my lust takes over as I slip a finger between my wet folds and stroke myself inside. I give into the fantasy and sensation, imagining it’s Griff’s hand and not my own.

  It doesn’t take long for me to come with his face in my mind and my legs tremble and shake as I go over the edge. Whether it’s wrong or not to get off thinking about fucking your new boss doesn’t concern me at the moment. All I care is, it does the trick and my body convulses as my orgasm reaches its peak before finally relaxing, and I drift off to a blissful sleep.

  * * *

  Dad and I have a quiet ride to work together. Through my entire life, he’s always been a comfort to me—loving, caring, stable and secure. He always seems to know when to speak and when to let me be with my thoughts. We pull into the parking lot, and he shuts off the engine. “Have a good day, sweetie. I get out a little before you do, I think. I can wait around if you’d like.”

  I give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Nonsense, Dad. You go ahead home, I’ll take the bus since I don’t know how long Mr. Stevenson will need me, and I don’t mind staying behind to help him. I gotta show willing since I’m just starting here if I want that raise next year.”

  “Okay, but only if you let me order takeout to celebrate your first day,” he offers with a small twinkle in his eye.

  “Deal,” I agree. He knows me well enough to know I won’t pass up a chance to avoid cooking or cleaning up after.

  Dad disappears around the back of the building and I smooth out and straighten my new skirt and blouse before I begin my walk toward the main entrance. I scold myself as I go. No one can tell what you’re thinking. Calm down. Just act professional, work your ass off, and you’ll be fine.

  I really hope I’m right. If anyone could read my mind right now, I’m sure they’d think I was either depraved or a total slut for lusting after a man at least ten years older than me. After security buzz me through, I wait for a gap in the revolving door at the entrance to the building and once inside, Bonnie greets me with a huge smile.

  “Good morning, Julia! Welcome to Stevenson Industries.”

  “Good morning, Bonnie,” I say in return. “I’m excited to be working here.”

  “Are you ready to get started?” she asks.

  “Absolutely” I say, “I’m so happy to be working again.”

  “Good, let me show you around then we’ll see what Griff has lined up for you to do today. He’s out of town on business, but he left a list.”

  “Thanks,” I say, though finding out where the restrooms, the First Aid station and the water cooler are doesn’t exactly blow my skirts up as much as wanting to see and smell Griff again... and now he’s not even here. Darn it, why can’t I get him off my mind?

  * * *

  By lunch I have the layout of the site down pat. I know how to use the copier, the phone, email, and have all my computer logins set up. I’m surprised to discover my desk is situated right inside Griff’s office—that is definitely something I wasn’t expecting. There’s a small shoulder-height divider between me and his desk, but it’s still a surprise and
when I mention it to Bonnie, she just brushes it off.

  “Griff finds it easier to work with his personal assistant without having to constantly use the intercom,” Bonnie explains. “He can call across to you if he needs something doing, and if he has a meeting, there’s always a spare computer you can log on to in the Marketing department.” She speaks like she knows the man from experience.

  I don’t say another word about it, and if I’m being honest, the thought of being alone with Griff in his office both daunts and excites me. There are certainly worse places my desk could be situated. In fact, the only thing missing from my morning is Griff himself, but I figure it works out well. I can focus on completing the tasks I’ve been set instead of fantasizing about what it would be like sleeping with him.

  After three hours of solid work, I figure I’m making good progress, crossing off line after line on my to do list and it’s noon already. Dad must be tied up on some IT problem as he doesn’t answer his phone, and I don’t feel that hungry so I settle for a buttered hard roll and chocolate milk from the canteen and take it to one of the benches by the lake. As I soak up the sunshine, my mind wanders back to the sexy hunk that’s my boss. I can’t seem to help it, even though he’s so much older than me. Maybe it’s because he’s sure to be so much more experienced than the college boys my age who try to get in my panties. I don’t know, but I feel my pussy getting wet at the thought of his hands grabbing my ass as he pounds his cock deep inside me.

  If I wasn’t in such a public place, I’d rub one out right here and now, but with so many windows overlooking the lake, I figure I’d better not, so I return to the office a little early and Bonnie seems to sense my desire to get everything done, because she ends her own lunch early so we can continue with my induction to the company.

  By the end of the day, I’ve learned how to operate the phone system on the front desk so I can cover for Bonnie, studied Griff’s schedule so I know what’s coming up, and been shown how to run all the daily reports he needs. She also gives me a bunch of cheat sheets, from how-to’s to what tasks Griff needs prioritizing each day.

  I leave the building a few minutes late, but the accomplishment I feel far outweighs my exhaustion by a country mile. I smile as I find a seat on the bus and remember I don’t even have to cook tonight for the first time in what seems forever.

  Today’s been a good first day… but I’m sure it’ll be better when the boss is back.

  * * *

  The next few days fly by. Bonnie continues my training while Griff is away on business, but he’s called to speak to me a couple of times to see how I’m doing. A deep, sexy voice he’s probably not even aware of, but it makes my toes curl whenever I hear it. I’m torn between welcoming not having the distraction of him in the office and itching to see him again.

  On Friday, Bonnie hands out checks to everyone. She gives me a sympathetic smile and says, “You have one more week to go, Julia. They hold back the first week.”

  “That’s fine,” I assure her. “I expected as much.” It’s still a bit of a bummer, but I don’t let it bring me down. It’s nice to be back to work again, and next Friday it’ll be awesome to get that first check.

  The bus ride home every night gives me time to think. It’s my time to unwind. I’ve learned to control my Griff fantasies at the office and save them for my, um, alone time lying on my bed—and I make sure I have plenty of that when the chores are all done.

  The bus stops, and a crowd of people get on. There aren’t many seats so I slide over to the window to be more accommodating. Lost in my mental checklist of the ingredients I’ll need for tonight’s dinner, I hardly notice the seat cushion next to me move, much less who moves it, so when they say my name, it gets my complete attention and I turn to face them.

  “Julia?”

  “Pete?” I ask in shock.

  “I thought it was you!” He throws his arms around me and I half hug him back. I’m too unsure of how I feel at seeing him again to match his excitement. “What have you been up to?” he asks.

  I give my head a small shake to find the words. “I just left work where I started a new job. How about you?” Finally, I smile. Regardless of everything, it’s nice to see him.

  “I just got back to town. I heard you got back, too,” he says.

  “I never went too far away,” I point out, having moved only one town over after graduation.

  “True…” his voice trails off. He knows he hit a sour note. “Um, are you busy tonight? Do you maybe want to hang out?”

  Wow, where’d that come from? “I’ll have to check. Maybe I can let you know?” I offer.

  “Yeah, cool.” Pete whips out his phone. “What’s your number? I’ll text you now so you’ll have mine.”

  And most likely to ensure I give you the right one… I give it to him anyway, and moments later my phone buzzes.

  “Cool,” I use his phrase to remain nonchalant. “This next one is my stop.” I look at him expectantly.

  “Oh!” He realizes he has to move. “Duh, sorry.” He stands. “You’ll text me, right?”

  “Yes, Pete,” I say. “I’ll let you know one way or the other.”

  “Awesome. It was good to see you, Julia.”

  “You, too.” Thankfully, the bus stops, and I step out quickly. Slightly shaken, I purposefully walk in the wrong direction of home to the coffee shop.

  Once the foam of the latte hits my lips, I breathe a deep sigh of relief. In the coffee shop, I’m just another customer at a table, and I use the crowd to hide and find solace. Of all the people in the world to run into, it had to be Pete. See, Pete and I have a history together—a romantic history—and a long one at that. We dated exclusively through high school and planned to marry after college. Then I got accepted here, and he got accepted there. I wanted to make it work long-distance. I can only suppose he never really did, but he tried for me. Unfortunately, his try ended up with him cheating. Not once or twice, either. A lot. When he came clean, he acted like I was supposed to be grateful that he told me and forgive him. That’s when we parted ways.

  It took Pete a while to take the hint that we were over. That was years ago now, though. He can’t still be that into me. He probably just wants to catch up, but it didn’t feel like that when he held that hug for a little too much longer than old friends would, the argumentative side of me notes.

  I pull out my phone and bring up the text Pete sent. I click the reply box and begin to type:

  Sorry, can’t make it tonight. Have fun! There. I’m not taking any chances. Pete already had enough of my tears. I’m not willing to go down that road again. Feeling better now, I gather my things before Dad worries too much. I stop at the grocery store and grab the last few items I need for dinner and walk the few blocks to Dad’s place.

  * * *

  While I cook dinner, I broach the subject with my dad about moving out again, now I have a good job and all, but he’s hearing none of it.

  “I’m just saying that once I get a few paychecks under my belt, I’ll be out of your hair,” I argue.

  Dad shakes his head, being firm on this point then looks at me pointedly.

  “Julia, I think that’s a poor idea. You should stay here a few months and build up some savings. That way you’ll have a cushion in case of an emergency,” he says.

  It’s so frustrating, And I really can’t argue with the man. Not after how helpful he’s been to me—and as much as I hate to admit it, I know he’s right. A few months with my new salary and I’ll have a good chunk of change saved. It’s a good idea and one that can help me avoid further potential bail outs from Bank of Dad.

  “Okay, okay,” I relent. “I take your point. If that’s what you want, Dad—if you’re sure it’s not too much trouble.”

  Dad gives me a wry smile and says, “You’re many things, Julia. Trouble isn’t usually one of them. Besides, I kind of like having you around, and the food here has vastly improved.”

  I laugh. “Okay, you get a cou
ple more months of culinary service.”

  “Good.” He grows serious for a moment. “Because I got so sick of those TV dinners. Thanks for humoring me, Julia.”

  “Anytime, Dad.”

  Chapter Six

  Griff

  It’s been a busy few days with the client in Seattle, but at least they’ve gone quickly. My pitch went perfectly and after some searching questions about deliverability, they signed the contract the next day and I caught the return flight back to SFO Sunday afternoon. My car is waiting for me at the Meet and Greet and after I get home and unpack, all I have energy for is a shower and some takeout in front of the TV before heading to bed.

  Monday morning, I wake early from the sun streaming in through the window since I forgot to pull the drapes the night before; however, a solid night’s sleep in my own bed has recharged me, and I practically spring out of it and head to the bathroom to shave and get ready. Maybe there’s another reason for my eagerness to get to work, but I don’t want to admit that to myself.

  I get dressed, wolf down a couple of pop tarts with some coffee, and head out the door. The roads are pretty quiet today since I’ve missed the rush hour, and it feels great to be cruising down the highway with the top down. As I pull into the parking lot, I notice Julia has also arrived a little early, and as she walks toward the entrance, she turns when she hears me arrive. She waves and waits while I grab my briefcase from the backseat and walk over to where she’s standing.

  “Hey, Julia. Good to see you again. Sorry I had to leave just as you were starting. How’s everything going? Bonnie showing you the ropes?” I ask.

  “Morning, Griff. Everything’s going great, thanks. Bonnie’s a very patient teacher. How was your trip?” she says with that captivating smile of hers.

  “It went very well. The clients liked what they saw, and we got the order. Twenty-two million dollars. Twenty-two point seven to be exact. Not bad for a weekend’s work,” I say with a straight look on my face, though inside I’m still stoked for pulling it off.