then she imagined it was him on top of her, inside of her, kissing her madly as he thrusted his hardness in and out of her body with reckless abandon.
Her fingers began to work faster and harder into just the right spot. She could feel her body start to convulse. And just as she was about to climax, a giant truck roared past her car making it shake on the side of the road. She could have cared less at that point whether or not she was masturbating in public. She needed to release whatever was raging inside of her. One last press into her wet crotch, then her body exploded with wave upon orgasmic wave.
She collapsed back into the cracked leather seat of her car.
This can’t be good , she thought.
At the very least, she took comfort in knowing that she’d never see Colton Marcus again. It was time to go home, go into a sleep coma, and put the billionaire author in her rearview mirror forever.
But no matter how hard she tried to sleep that night, she couldn’t shake what had happened between her and the author out of her mind. Taylor spent the next three hours of her life surfing the Internet, anything to soothe the longing she couldn’t deny she was feeling due to him.
And Taylor being Taylor, she couldn’t help but get caught up in the dark side of Colton Marcus- civil lawsuits, alleged illegitimate children, and even death threats. She knew it couldn’t all be true, but still. One thing had become abundantly clear, this man was dangerous. She took solace in that fact alone, knowing he was out of her life for good.
All the while she slept, her hands clutched the billionaire’s red pocket square - it was the only way that she could reassure herself that she hadn’t lost her mind – that she really did allow that man to strip her of any last shred of innocence she still possessed.
* * *
“Ms. Stein wants you in her office immediately,” the writing department’s receptionist informed Taylor before the elevator door even had time to close behind her.
Taylor’s heart pounded in her chest. She knew this wasn’t a good sign. She looked to her left and saw that her boss’s door was open. Then she looked back at the receptionist who looked almost as nervous as Taylor herself looked.
“Immediately,” the receptionist whispered.
She walked into Stein’s office. The walls were filled with glass-framed degrees and inspirational quotes that her boss didn’t actually live by. Stein was dressed in all black- black dress pants, a black blouse, black socks, black shoes, and a black belt.
Another bad sign , Taylor thought.
“Ms. Stein, you needed to see me?” Taylor said as she bit down on her thumbnail, one of many embarrassing nervous habits that she had developed from her rocky childhood.
“No, I didn’t,” Stein said, her back still turned to Taylor as she typed away at her keyboard. “In fact, I don’t ever need to see you again.”
Taylor gulped loud enough for her boss to hear her and then said, “Excuse me?”
Stein finally turned to face her, her lips pressed together in a hard line and her brows pointing towards the floor. “You’re on a six week suspension.” Then she turned around to face her computer again.
Taylor was in shock. “What? You’re joking, right?”
Her boss didn’t flinch as she continued to look at her computer monitor. “I’m a very busy woman, Ms. Ward. You blew it with the best connection this school has ever had. I have no choice.”
Taylor swallowed so hard it hurt as she walked closer towards her boss. Stein turned to face her again, this time, lowering her glasses as she pretended to care. “I’m sorry kid, it’s out of my hands. Marcus ordered the mandatory suspension himself.”
Taylor practically went into shock. She wondered if her boss knew what had happened between her and the billionaire. She wondered if she should tell her. Even more importantly, she couldn’t for the life of her understand how Colton Marcus could be so cruel, especially