Forbidden Fantasies

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sappearing up my skirt. Shivers run down my spine

ed about my tardiness, and all too pleased to punish me. I clench my thighs, a vain attem

le that insane entry into my diary, even though my cubicle is right outs

s-hot new boss-is unnerving. If I get caught, my job is gone. Between losing everything I worked hard fo

weeks of crazy working hours. Rest won't pay the bills, but telling him that will only ma

new favorite scent in his wake. As if it's not enough that Rhys Redmond looks like a magazine cover m

ng my itinerary and no

I report. "You have a missed call f

his door c

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go bigger than the entire state of New York. Not to mention, as soon as I was assigned to him as a

and nail to get this job, and I will keep it no matter

my chair. Time

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nger have a warm house to go back to, or a loving fiancé to cook for. Instead, I live in a

om, barely enough space for a bed, a one-seater couch, and a minuscule closet. I could take

rth and a sweater-I hold my breath as I turn the tap on. I only sigh in relief when the water runs. Good. I haven't

, grateful that I'm safe, at least for now. Who knows what will h

It's as though ice cubes have taken permanent residence in

em must have shi

a trembling hand, thankful for the first time that it's so close to me. Taking out all the sweate

ling myself. It's all I can do

eded some warmth. Thankfully, the rest area of my workplace is well stocked with all types of be

day and holding my breath when I go home, hoping my landlord doesn't come over t

scribble inappropriate fantasies, I will end up drawing cartoon pictures of him dyin

in his office and bent down to pick it when I hear footsteps. Rhys stops in fro