“Why don’t I show you around?” the man says. “That way the office will seem less intimidating.”

It couldn’t hurt, right? And I’d like to take a look around. This is the perfect time to do it.

So, I agree and he leads me away from the party. I throw my beer away. Just to avoid any more temptation. Even though temptation is also what is leading me out of the room.

He takes me on a tour of the top floor. I hope we’re allowed to be up here. I’m not sure who my guide is, but I highly doubt a top-floor executive would take an interest in me. There are a lot of offices, but we pass by all of them.

He leads me into an enormous conference room. It’s nicely decorated with expensive looking chairs and an Arthurian-esque table.

“Wow… is this where all the important meetings take place?”

“I don’t know if all the meetings are important, but there are a great deal of them.”

Hmm. He’s not only incredibly handsome but also funny.

“So, you work on this floor?”

He’s stayed by the door, but I’m walking around the table, running my fingers along the smooth wood. As I ask my question, I look up at him from under my lashes.

“I do.”

I’ve made my way around the entire table and now we’re directly across from one another, with nothing between us except the air. I lean against the table and we’re looking directly at each other. If he’s someone important here, why is he showing me around? Does he have something else in mind? Something a little less innocent than a simple company tour?

“Would you like to know what I do?” he asks me.

I shake my head.

“No.”

I say it so quietly, I’m not sure if he heard me, but I mean it. I don’t want to know exactly what he does. It’ll just intimidate me more.

From his demeanor, I had a feeling from the beginning that he has major power in this law firm, but knowing how important he actually is would make the night feel a lot more real. As if we’re giving each other solidified roles outside of the two of us.

Not that there is an “us.”

He walks over to me and places his hands on either side of my body.

“That’s an interesting answer.” He pushes in so close that now I’m sitting on the table. We haven’t touched yet, but I have a feeling we’re going to. The warmth I feel from his body makes all of my senses stand on edge. My heart speeds up and my breathing becomes hurried. He smells like fancy cologne mixed with office furniture.

“Is it?” I respond breathlessly.

He moves his face close to mine and I see his eyes go dark with lust. I feel the same lust running through me. But it’s wrong to go forward with it. It’s one of the seven deadly sins, for heaven’s sake!

It feels too late. Almost all reason has left my body. All I want him to do is tear off my clothes and take me right now. Hard and fast and merciless.

As if he can read my mind, he places a kiss on the edge of my jaw. I close my eyes and sigh. It’s so soft, an unexpected action given the passionate desire I saw in his features earlier. He travels down until he’s nipping at my neck, taking soft bites.

The localized pricks of pain make me emit small sounds of pain and desire, but mostly desire. I feel one of his hands migrate up my leg and I’m momentarily brought back to reality.

“Wait.”

I grab his wrist and halt his progress. He removes his mouth from my neck and looks at me.

“What is it?”

I can see the restraint in his face. Whatever he’s feeling, it’s strong.

“I don’t— I don’t think this is a good idea.” 

At my words, he backs away from me. Our skin no longer touching, I feel disappointed. I didn’t actually want him to stop, but I know I shouldn’t be doing this.

“I’ve just never done anything like this before…” I look down, embarrassed by my lack of experience.

“Had sex on a table? In a conference room? Trust me, most people haven’t—”

“I’ve never had sex!” That was louder than expected. I think I just shouted at him. A little quieter, I add, “I haven’t really done anything. Ever.”

I feel my face getting hot. I can’t even look him in the eyes.

“So, you’re a virgin?”

I nod, and he says, “Interesting.”

Sounds like I’ve just brought the night to an end. It’s for the better anyway. I’d have to be a harlot to let a random man do the types of things to me in a conference room that I want him to do to me, if only he could. If only it wouldn’t get us into trouble, both at work, with my parents and church, and not to mention with God…

I jump off the table.

“I’ll be leaving now, I guess…”

“Get back on the table,” he commands.

His voice is so deep and demeaning, I’m startled. I finally look back up at him, simply because I’m so shocked. But a chill is running down my spine and somehow making its way to a tingly area right in between my legs. I like how he’s telling me what to do.

“Excuse me?”

“Do you want to leave?”

I shake my head.

“I thought not. Don’t fight what you want. You want this, right?”

Without even hesitating, I nod my head. It’s as if he’s cast a spell over me and I’m completely under his command.

“Then do as I say and get back on that table.”

I do what he says and sit back down.

Yes, sir, I can’t help but think. I’ll do whatever he says, and even more.