I tap my foot three more times on the carpet, but there's barely a noise. Nothing satisfying at least. An annoyed foot tap is only good when you can get a satisfying thunk from it as well. The tough Berber carpet doesn't create a sound, which forces me to tap my foot harder and harder to no avail.I stack the seven card on top of an eight in my solitaire game and a loud chuckle comes from Vincent's office. With narrow eyes, I whip around and stare at his door, trying my best not to think evil thoughts but failing.It's been five fucking days since I've been back to work. Every morning I place his coffee and his sandwich from the cafeteria on his desk as I've always done since accepting the position, and every morning he comes in, asks me how my father is while staring at a corner of the room and then goes to his office, closes the door, and I don't see him again for the rest the day.Five days.It is complete and utter bullshit. Vincent laughs again and I visualize myself stabb

His words hurt and I do my best to lock up my heart the way I did earlier, but it's pointless now. I'm too far gone when it comes to Vincent Valiant. "Why am I the wrong choice?"Was Henry right and Vincent sees me as a plaything, and now he's having guilt over how far he's taken it? It's possible he doesn't feel anything like I do. This is my chance to find out the truth. If I tell Vincent exactly how I feel, he can too. The only thing at stake is a broken heart, and I'll end up with one of those anyway.He runs his hand over my face, cupping it. "Because you are too good for me. I'd stain you."Is that all? I sensed Vincent as a hazard the first time I set foot in his office. He's dangerous, but not like a man who runs a motorcycle club. His danger is wrapped up in thousand-dollar business suits and overpriced cologne. He's trouble you don't see coming. It swoops you up in the middle of the night and before you realize what you've done, it's too late because you're already lost

When I've gathered enough of myself, Vincent's body hovers over mine and the raw intensity of his stare pierces my mind."You're fucking amazing," he says, tucking my legs around his hips with his cock brushing against the small strip of hair at my mound.I blush, breathing deeply. Why do his words hit me so? Men have called me pretty before, but when Vincent says it, I want to record his words to hear them on repeat for the rest of my life. He runs his sticky finger over my collarbone, taking one of my breasts in his mouth, sucking on the nipple, and then releasing it with a pop."I've dreamt of doing that for so long. You taste of the best honey on the planet. Can you handle more?"He doesn't say what specifically, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out as his cock jabs against my stomach. I nod, still trying to find my voice. Vincent leans back, balancing himself on his knees, and with a quick rip of paper takes another moment to cover himself in a condom, t

I hate lying to my friend, but I'm not ready to examine my relationship with Vincent under a microscope the way Ashley will want and demand. It would take hours. She'd make me draw out a diagram and timeline of our relationship. Lying is easier. For everyone. "Yeah, I was helping my mom.""Stop at the store and pick up ice cream because tonight we're having a girls' night. I get to pick the movie.""But you always pick sad ones." I wasn't one of those women who wanted to watch a movie and spend the entire time crying.Ashley laughs knowing it's the truth. "This is a new one, about a royal who falls in love with a commoner.""Wasn't that made by Hallmark?""Shhh, don't hate. Life is simpler in the Hallmark universe."That she's got right. "Okay, I'll grab the sweets and meet you back at the apartment."We hang up and I take the offramp and exit earlier getting myself closer to the store. I planned to sneak up to Vincent's office, but a night with my best friend would be go

YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY... New day and all that jazz.It was a bunch of bull if you ask me. If you want a different life, you have to go out there and grab it by the horns, shake it around a bit and then change your destiny. Which is what I'm doing on this new day.Wednesday is my chance to recover the week. I refuse to let it go down as crappy as it started. Vincent was wishy-washy at best and his refusal to answer any of my questions or talk to me about our non-relationship was absolutely grating on my nerves. I wouldn't let it happen again. I've sat around and let him stomp his feet and act ridiculous long enough. It was time for me to take charge.It was go time and for that I owned the perfect power outfit. I picked the short black pencil skirt he always said he hated, but it's the one I wore on our special Friday. I charge into the floor with new determination, finding the lights off in his office. But it doesn't matter. There will be no coffee and no sandwich on his desk th