Riding in the back of a limousine was a new experience for Mia. The closest she’d ever been to an experience like this was the Lincoln Town Car she’d ridden in from the funeral home to the cemetery after her mother had died. This was different, though. She was glad there was plenty of room so she could scoot away from Mr. Whitaker. He didn’t seem to notice that she got closer to the window as he got into the car. He was distracted, his phone in his hand. He slid into the car next to her, his spicy cologne filling the space, and she realized the reason she’d gave him plenty of room had more to do with trusting herself not to touch him, than trusting him not to make any demands in the car. When she discovered that Beau and a woman she had yet to meet, Emily, were coming with them, part of her wanted to relax a bit because she assumed that meant Mr. Whitaker would behave himself. It also made her anxious in a different way. She was certainly attracted to Beau, tho

That afternoon, Mia was sitting at her desk, watching a movie. She would’ve felt bad about it, except, Mr. Whitaker had sent it to her and insisted that she watch it. The movie was one she’d never heard of before, and at first she was hesitant to open it for fear it would be something completely pornographic. Confusion had washed over her as she started watching. Why did he want her to watch this? But as she continued to watch the movie, she started to get an idea. Especially when the lead actress was being interrogated by the police. A knock on her door brought her out of the storyline. Wondering who it might be, she called, “Yes?” Beau opened the door and popped his head in. “Hi.” A smile took her face over. She couldn’t help it. “Hi.” “Mind if I come in?” “No, not at all.” She definitely hadn’t been expecting him but was glad to see him. “How are you?” “Good, good.” Rather than sitting in one of the chairs acro

It was definitely going to be a two cups of coffee sort of morning for Mia. After her date with Beau, and that electrifying kiss, she’d had trouble falling asleep. The last thing she needed was to be late for work, so she hastily dressed in the outfit she knew Sam wanted her to wear that day and then caught an Uber to work so that she could avoid any potential mass transit problems. Once she was in her office, she paused to take a few deep breaths, wondering how long it would be before Sam called her into his office. Her stomach was in a tight fist as she thought about the scene from that movie she was certain he’d ask her to reenact for him. Would she be able to do it? Her outfit wasn’t exactly like the one the actress in the film had worn, but she was wearing a very short white skirt and a white button down shirt. Her hair was in a bun, as it was always required to be. She hoped Sam would like it. Then, she stopped and asked herself what Beau would think abou

Mia wasn’t sure what to wear. Was this a casual get-together, or was it a date-date? Should she wear a dress? They were just going to be watching the basketball game, right? She eventually settled on a nice pair of jeans and a sweater, hoping that she wasn’t underdressed. Promptly at 7:00, there was a knock on her apartment door. Mia took a deep breath and went over to answer the door. When she saw Beau standing there in a pair of jeans and a casual polo shirt, she couldn’t help but smile. Not only was he smoking hot, he also was dressed similarly to her, which made her feel more relaxed. “Wow—you look amazing,” he said, bringing color to her cheeks. “You are so beautiful.” “Thank you. You look nice, too,” Mia said, giving him a hug. He smelled just as good as he looked—a hint of spice and the ocean. His arms around her were comforting, and she didn’t want him to let go. But she had to if they were going to his house. “Let me grab my bag

Still confused about her encounter with Beau, Mia sat at her desk and waited for Sam to summon her. She had a feeling it wouldn’t be too long. She’d worn an outfit similar to the one she’d worn her first day, though this pencil skirt had gray vertical stripes, and she had on different shoes. Dressing that morning, she’d found herself hoping Sam liked it. But she’d also been thinking of Beau. They’d been on the verge of moving things along in their relationship the night before. She had a feeling he would’ve wanted to take her to bed if she hadn’t alerted him that something was different about her. Part of her wished she hadn’t said anything at all. Sharing her first time with a man like Beau would be heavenly. What about Sam, though? What if he touched her first? Heaven wouldn’t be the right word for that sort of an encounter. But it would be memorable, that was for certain. As much as she craved being with a gentle, sweet man like Beau, she also wanted to be c