CHAPTER 5
Amelia
I hit the button on my remote, restarting the movie. It’s been playing for over twenty minutes, yet I haven’t heard a word.
I’ve just been aimlessly staring at the screen, shoveling popcorn in my mouth. My mind is somewhere else entirely.
Entirely on him.
I thought I was going to climax right there in his office, and if the cleaning crew hadn’t been so prompt today I would have.
He was a puppeteer and I was his puppet. He ran me through a myriad of emotions and just when I was about to experience the final one, the one I wanted most, I ran out.
He must think I’m crazy, but all I know now is if I don’t get another chance with him I will go crazy.
But he must hate me. He probably thinks I’m a goofy little girl. According to Google he’s sixteen years older than me. Since I’ve been alive, he’s been amassing fortunes, hobnobbing with the elite, and traveling the world.
My phone vibrates on the table. Caller ID Unknown. Great, probably a telemarketer. I turn off the ringer, and watch as the screen continues to light up. I’m a sucker for curiosity, and I need something to distract my mind, even if just for a minute.
“Hello.”
“Miss Perkins, do you have a second?”
Oh my god, he’s calling me. I’m not sure if I’m thrilled or concerned.
“I pulled your number from your file. I’m sorry for calling you unannounced, but I wanted to speak with you about what happened today, before the workday tomorrow.”
“Um, yes. Right.”
“I’m sorry if I was out of line. I didn’t mean to cause you to run out of the office like you did, and I’m sorry if my advances were unwanted.”
“Okay,” I say.
The other end of the line goes silent. I can hear breathing in the phone before I realize it’s my own. I put my hand up to my heart and feel it racing. How can just his voice alone have this effect on me?
“If, they were unwanted.”
I say nothing. How am I supposed to respond to that? This is the same guy who could have fired me last week and now he’s pursuing me. I could go to HR and tell them what happened, but it would be my word against his. I’d lose in a heartbeat, but then again why would I go to HR…especially over a guy who is obviously giving me butterflies and is the ultimate catch. The wealthy and powerful guy who’s risking it all over me.
“Were they unwanted, Miss Perkins?”
I look around my living room. I feel safe. I can speak my mind here. I can tell the truth. This isn’t a face-to-face encounter where I can be intimidated or lose my cool, although I am definitely feeling the heat again.
“No, sir.”
“I didn’t think so.” There’s a brief pause. “Miss Perkins, do you have plans for the evening?”
I look at the clock. It’s almost eight. Isn’t the evening already well underway?
“I was going over some—“
“I’ll be out tonight, by myself, if you care to join.”
I look down at my clothes and realize it’s going to take a miracle to get ready in time, but a miracle is exactly what this man can give me…right between my legs, and I’ll do anything at this point, even if this is just a one-time thing. I need to feel that and know that it’s even possible for me.
“Okay, sure. I can be—“
“I’ll be there at nine. What’s the address?”
I give him the address, to which he replies with a quick, “See you then.”
I appreciate that he asked for my address, even though he probably saw it in my file already.
I jump up from the couch and run to the shower. I’ve got an hour to pull off a miracle.