Forbidden Fantasies

asies start; with him summoning me into his office. He would gl

serving a piece of art at an exhibition. After what feels like ages but is probably

I can't bring myself to relax in the presence of this ma

kind of asshole more likely to make fun and punish the heck out of me-not in the fun way I envision-before throw

ask. If I did nothing, there isn't any re

e squirm as he says, "You tell

head, hoping my cheeks don't turn as red as p

ieve me, but he moves on. "W

t want to, but it's no

a propos

but no amount of bracing myself prepares me fo

ange of luck because mine is as horrid as

ng my job, and now the boss him

ver, scrutinizing it for anything I

hy

ed a

marriages are business arrangements with mutual benefits, and his proposal has not

ask, "W

wouldn't fall in love with you. Th

punched me in the face. No. T

ctive. And here I have been making a

," I say a

your

I would prefer to land a slap on his ch

ut my thoughts are so turbulent tha

my mood in a damper, but som

ld make Mr. Moneybags hand over the cash first, or sign some d

e don't even need to share a living space. Heck, if he asked me to be a wife, and we lived in the s

ted them for fun when I needed a distraction and had no books to read. I make a mental note to explore the public library on th

, using my phone's flashlight. God forbid the landlord noti

in the building, but I want to be ca

entry I have read so many

his eyes. His tie is a little crooked. When he notices it, he

re him, he points at h

ust as I straighten to leave, his arm circles around my waist and he makes me sit on his lap. I relish his scent as he pulls me close

got, but that's

to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and ta

ife we

my vivid im

one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen

the one he came to wit

do

using a flashlight to read, so I close the book and

him permea

his fi

iny shoe box. If I pass it up, I can't trust the asshole to not find an excuse

uck with a man who hates my g