Nothing had really happened yet, but it was only a matter of time. He found excuses for us to work late, alone together, and always ordered in a complicated dinner, so we’d be at the table in his office for quite a long time, just talking. But his eyes lingered too long, and he trailed his fingers along my back when no one else was around. And the perks… well that would be the 30-year-old CEO, Jack Singer.Īt first I thought I was imagining it, this handsome, impossibly successful man couldn’t possibly be interested in me. It wasn’t the work I imagined I’d be doing with my english degree but I’d graduated months ago and my job search had been very frustrating and unsuccessful, so I felt lucky to have a decent paying full time gig, even if it was nowhere near my dream. I’d started working at a large real estate company as a records clerk a few months ago. And then I’d arrive at my desk and try to do as much work as possible before my distraction arrived. I always wore heels so that I could be closer to his 6’4 frame. I needed to accept that.Įvery morning I would get myself ready for work - find a dress that looked professional but also clung nicely to my curves, apply makeup, curl my hair, and spritz a small amount of slightly too sexy for work fragrance on the nape of my neck. Working with him was just an impossibility at this point.
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