Thankfully Gerri has been an amazing boss, and she let me take two days off work after the incident in my garage. She really is a cool boss and makes work a fun place to be, not someplace I have to be. But now I’m back at it trying to play catch up. I can't believe I've let that guy, whoever he is, take me off my game at work. I love my job, and I love being able to prove that I’m competent and trustworthy, so having to take time to recuperate because of this scandal has me feeling guilty. I don't ever want Gerri or anyone else to think I’m not qualified to be here. And having forced time off only underpins the idea that I have personal problems that are seeping into my work life.

My office is beautiful, decorated by Gerri in that eco-friendly, modern way. I love being here. It's so bright and sunny, and it reminds me of why I got into this business in the first place. Our motto is that green is clean, and working for a company with a moral high ground makes me feel like I’m making a difference in the world.

As much as I'm happy to be back at work, my mind keeps wandering over to Leo. He was so sexy and in control throughout that entire situation. He really made me feel safe. It's hot to see a man in control like that. Leo is in control in a hot, commanding, respectful way. Not at all like Barry, whose control issues seem to stem from his ego. I thought I could trust Barry and that he was someone who would protect me and never hurt me, but I was wrong. That's the reason I left him. His control issues were just too much. I like to have autonomy over my own life.

I'm trying to focus on work, but the image of what was on my car is haunting me. “YOU’RE MINE.” The words are on repeat in my head. I can't imagine who would want to scare me like that. Darius has been my only date, and yes it didn't end well, but he doesn't even know me well enough to want to hurt me. Who else could it be? Someone I don't even know? Maybe someone is spying on me right now. The thought of it makes me feel uneasy, and I get up to shut the blinds. To think I don’t even have sanctuary in my own office where’s there’s security downstairs is scary. That’s how much this person has given me a psychological trauma. I'm nervous even to go home tonight. What if he’s there?

The phone rings, but I’m hesitant to answer it because I’ve been receiving multiple calls from a private number today. When I answer, they hang up. It’s gotta be from the stalker. I realize this is another one of those calls, but I’m so pissed off about it that I answer anyway.

“Hello? Hello? Listen, you asshole. I know exactly what you’re doing and the cops are onto you, so you better just stop.” I hang up with trembling hands. I have to remember to tell all this to Leo.

With that, my thoughts turn back to Leo. I know he's got this case handled. At least he seems like he does. If he's as good at his job as he led me to believe, then I think maybe he can catch whoever is after me.

Thinking about Leo is a welcome relief from the stalking situation. In fact, I really haven't been able to forget him since seeing him again. I've never seen a guy as handsome as that. He probably has a million girlfriends, and he's probably great in bed. I wonder how well he's hung? By the size of him, hopefully his cock matches his body. I imagine he has a twelve-inch cock and I'm on my knees in his office sucking him.

His giant cock is too big to get down my throat, but he runs his fingers through my hair and shoves it in as far as it will go. He's coming down my throat, and I make him reach ecstasy like he's never seen before.

Fuck. I bet being with him is so sexy. And now, I'm at work, fantasizing about Leo, and I realize I'm not going to get anything done until I come to the thought of his gorgeous face. Luckily my office is not glass, so I can masturbate in peace. I just have to get off to the image of Leo and then maybe I can stop thinking about him so much and actually get some work done.

I want him so bad that my body aches for him. I want Leo. This inspiration hits me like a ton of bricks, because he's Barry's brother. And what are the chances he'll like me back? He was staring at me a lot, but maybe that's just because he was shocked to see me again. I hope it meant more, but until I know for sure, I'll just have to fantasize to the idea of being with him. I slowly unzip the back of my skirt and slip my hands down my panties. I lean back in my chair and imagine how Leo would take me, at my house maybe, and he's got his handcuffs and he uses them to tie me to something, maybe my bedpost. I imagine Leo having his way with me. He fucks me for hours and commands me to come. And then I do, right there in my office, and my body finally feels relief from the constant ache I’ve had from him. I wish I had really fucked him, but this will have to do for now.