Did he always smile constantly and when do I get used to it? I could only smile and nod feeling myself just staring at that incredibly beautiful mouth of his, I want to taste it so bad. “Okay just wait for me to come around and get that door open missy” He smiled and winked. Oh good god, I am doing this, no turning back now. He quickly ran over to my side of the door and opened and closed it. He grabbed my hand to encourage me to race over to the gated apartment where as quick as he could he put in the code. I should have told him there was no point. It was still down pouring and we were already drenched. He pulled me towards his apartment on the 2nd floor with outside access. I caught myself looking up, damn there is no overhang to avoid the rain in this place. He let go of my hand and fumbled for the key. He put the key in and then looked over at me. His face started becoming serious and he looked at me as though I was a steak dinner. I caught myself stumbling back to which he quickl

BBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPP!” What where you are going lady?” The taxi driver yelled, and I quickly looked in shock when I realize it was me! I wave my hand and race across the crosswalk and down the subway stairs, depositing my coin quickly, and rushing on to the train with a minute to spare! The train is quickly off, and I find a seat luckily away from most and run through my presentation in my mind. I have worked on this straight for the last month, feel confident with it and our plan to help the coffee chain grow and glad our presentation is not until after lunch. I cannot stop to wonder what Mr. Johnson wants to tell me before the big meeting with Blake Sutton at 9 am. My stomach does a butterfly flip just saying his name in my mind. I begin to drift off again thinking of the past and that damn marketing class. I wanted in since day one and was lucky to get into the highly regarded class as a sophomore. I quickly proved myself and the professor was impre

I could hear Mr. Johnson telling Blake “She will be fine, you’ll see she is one of the best I’ve ever known.” “Yes, I know that’s why I’m here.” I heard softly come out of Blake’s voice. “Just a moment, Mr. Johnson I will be right back.” Shit! He’s coming out I quickly started walking to my office. “Kate!” He yelled. “Wait, please!” I just kept walking faster. How did a door that was only 20 feet away seem like 100 feet away? Tears already starting to run down my cheeks! Just keep going and he won’t see until I felt that hand on my arm twirling me around. “Kate, please just talk to me.” Was he pleading? I couldn’t do it, I know he could see my damn tears at this moment. I couldn’t bring myself to look right into those eyes at this very moment. “Please remove your arm, Mr. Sutton.” I squelched out. “Kate, I know we had some things happen but I’m sure we can work through this” He almost sounded like he was plead

Back to the present and I’d somehow managed to get myself into my office to compose myself one more time this morning. After thinking back on it all I still was baffled by what was happening. The guy who opened me open to every desire I’d ever wanted, ditches me 7 years ago and now is telling me I can’t even quit my job because he has submerged himself in my company. He is insistent he will follow me wherever I go. I think about leaving out the door while everyone else is in the meeting but I realize that won’t work because with the amount of money he has there really isn’t anywhere I can run. I could get on a plane and take off to another country. How would that work? How do I get Rosco to another country? What about this company that I loved and gave everything to? It finally hits me with all my options flying in my head. This is it I am trapped until I can figure out why my one-night stand CEO won’t let me escape. I take a few more deep breaths and head to the “big” meeting and see

I looked up after hearing the knock on my door. Frowning to myself when I realized that these darn offices didn’t have windows. I checked the time, 11:30 am. Everyone should be at their celebratory lunch at this moment. I stood up and went towards the door unsure of what I would find. There he stood leaning on the door frame. “I grabbed a truce lunch,” he said without a grin for once. I looked down in his arms were two bags from Sal’s deli down the street. The smells from the deli started flowing into my nose and I had to admit I was starving from missing breakfast, dry heaving in the trash basket, and just overall wanting to self-soothe after the morning’s takeover. I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to do at this moment but I knew I really wanted that sandwich and it seemed I was stuck to dealing with this horrible situation anyways so what was the point of turning it down? “Which one is I mine?” He grinned then as he had just caught me. Ugh! “This one,