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sounds weird saying it out loud. And. I
got naked in his office."
    The men at the bar turned their
heads and looked at me when the word "naked" left my
lips.
    "What are you fucking looking at?"
I asked them.
    They averted their eyes back to
the game. I made sure to lower my voice and slightly turn my back
toward them. Bastards.
    "Sometimes you can be such a
bitch," Abbie said.
    "What do you expect? They were
being nosey old perverts. Anyway."
    I whispered in the phone. "He
wants to sell my virginity."
    " What? "
    "He wants to se—"
    "I heard you."
    "Who the hell does he think he is?
It pisses me off that I put myself in a vulnerable situation. I am
Jennifer Downs. Most likely to succeed. Career-driven. Prudish.
Pretty. Not some bimbo who undresses at the drop of a
hat."
    "But you did."
    It sounded way worst when I told
her about it. Every detail down to him telling me to take off my
panties, but I refused to tell her how I felt. I've never been the
type to say no to a challenge, so I had to. Especially those that
come from some young prick CEO of a sex corporation.
    Abbie and I said our goodbyes, she
promised to come visit around Christmas, and told me to keep my
options open, but not to do anything stupid. Always the scandalous
girl, that one.
    I couldn't keep my mind from Mr.
Felton. The way the Gucci suit hugged his body in all the right
places and how his velvety voice dropped low, but seemed to ring in
my ears. The man was fucking intoxicating to the bone and I hated
him for putting a spell on me. I didn't believe in love at first
sight, but lust, yes, I was a firm believer of lust at first sight.
That asshole.
    But as I rode up the golden
elevator, I could feel the ache between my legs.
    What. The. Living.
Fuck?
    How could someone so rude,
condescending, and assholish have this effect on me? Was assholish
even a word? He even clouded my mind to the point of making up
stupid words.
    I sat on the edge of the bed and
thought it over for an hour. Then I undressed down to nakedness and
studied myself in the mirror. I could admit that I was a sweet lay,
but really? Could I sell my virginity?
    Before I turned out the light, I
texted Mr. Finnley Felton one word.
    Yes.
    There was no response.

 
    Six
    T he next day, bangs on my
door woke me from a restless sleep. I grabbed the robe and wrapped
it around my body. Seriously, sleeping nude was my new favorite
thing.
    More knocks pounded on the
door .
    God, what time was it?
    The sun hadn't risen, so 6:00
a.m.? Maybe 7:00 a.m.?
    Through the peephole, I saw
Charlie, Mr. Felton's driver, standing with a garment bag in his
hands. Before he could knock again, I swung open the door. His fist
was suspended in the air.
    "Good morning, Charlie." I smiled,
and he did, as well.
    "What can I do for you on this
fine early Friday morning?"
    "Mr. Felton instructed me to bring
clothes, breakfast, and tell you to get dressed
immediately."
    He handed me the garment bag and a
little box with a daisy sticker.
    "I'll be waiting downstairs. You
have ten minutes."
    And as he walked off, he turned
around and said, "Felton's schedule is tight today, so ten minutes
tops."
    The mention of Mr. Felton's name
sparked electricity through my body.
    Get yourself together,
Jennifer.
    I opened the black nylon bag and
found a pair of red lacy panties and bra to match, along with
business slacks and a button-up shirt.
    I lusted over the pretty, petite
panties and lacy bra. I may have a small obsession with beautiful
lingerie.
    Letting the robe slide from my
shoulders, I removed the lace from the little pink hangers and
slipped them on.
    The lingerie fit like it was made
for my body. I couldn't help but wonder how he knew. That type of
thing wasn't on my resume, but then again, he most likely saw
hundreds of women naked considering his profession. I wondered if
he could guess any woman's size just by studying her bare body for
a few seconds. Hell, he could probably guess with them fully
clothed.
    I slipped the straps