When Gia stands up from the desk to lean over the printer, my eyes drink in her creamy legs up to her curvy, ripe ass. It’s like staring at a forbidden fruit. What kind of panties is she wearing? Probably some dark color that matches her dress.

Gia turns around and stops dead in her tracks, scrunching up her button nose.

Fuck me.

My balls feel like they are about to explode. The hem stops above her knee, and she’s wearing black knee-high socks. Rainbow looks like heaven wrapped in cheap clothing.

How can she be sexy without trying to be?

“I printed out your schedule for today and set it on your desk. You need anything?” Her voice is alluring, soothing my ears, like a siren.

Yeah, hop on the desk, spread your legs, and let me eat your pussy.

I need to get her the hell out of here—keep her busy for the next hour or so—before I say or do something stupid. I grab my black credit card from my breast pocket and hand it to her. “Pick up my suit from the dry cleaners, buy a pair of ballet shoes in a size five from Dance Ware, and go pick up my watch from my jeweler on Forty-Seventh Street.”

“Um, okay,” Rainbow says, her almond-shaped eyes narrow.

“Grab something to eat while you’re out.”

“Thank you,” she murmurs, clutching her purse and slinging it over her shoulder.

As she marches past me, the smell of fresh apples filters through my nose. This is what forbidden innocence smells like.

When I march to my desk, I slouch in my brown leather seat, glancing at the time on my computer. It’s eleven-thirty a.m. So I have three hours to kill until I have my conference call with my CFO, Mason. In the meantime, I can get my dick sucked by a woman I met last night at the club. I grab my iPhone from my breast pocket and tap the letter N in the contacts. She can keep me from fucking Gia.

Me: Come to my office and suck my dick.

I serve her a cold plate of straight-to-the-point, that way she won’t get it in her skull I’m the type to take home to meet Mommy and Daddy. No, not me. I’m quite the opposite.

N: B there in 20.

Me: Ok.

I set my phone on my desk, kick up my loafers, and wait.

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Gia

After lunch, I take my sweet time getting back to the office. I stopped by Patsy’s on Fifty-Sixth Street, my favorite Italian restaurant, and filled my stomach with spaghetti and meatballs, then I stopped by Staples and bought colored pens on his credit card. I feel guilty for spending his money.