“Just once,” I said quickly. “Because he pressured me into it.”
The cop frowned. “But you asked him,” he said.
“Yeah, because I felt like I had to!” I said hotly. “And now he’s stalking me!” I told them about the messages Andy had sent to my apartment, as well as the lewd stick drawings he’d posted in the break room.
The cops exchanged a look. “We’ll go talk to him,” one of them promised. “Just don’t get your hopes up.” He chuckled. “Men don’t like it when women aren’t straight with them. You should’ve just told him no.”
My heart sank. “I can’t believe you’re blaming me for this,” I said softly. “That’s so messed up.”
The cop sighed. “Look, I can’t say anything else right now. Just know that we’ll do our best.”
I closed my eyes and tears streamed down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe that the cops weren’t doing more to help me. I’d j
ust gone through one of the scariest experiences in my life and they were acting it was my fault!
“Forget it,” I said bitterly. “I can handle this on my own.”
Chapter Eleven
Thomas
The first few days without Hannah were nice, almost quiet. I hadn’t realized it at the time, but she’d become an incredible distraction. I had one of my secretaries place a job ad for a new personal assistant, but I told myself that in the meantime, I would step up and start doing all of that stuff for myself. Even though I was a busy man, I knew that I wasn’t above picking up my own coffee and dry-cleaning. Maybe having an assistant, especially one like Hannah, had really gone to my head.
Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday all passed in a blur. I called June a couple of times, just to talk. But something was bothering me, and no matter how many times I asked, she wouldn’t tell me the truth. I desperately wanted her, and I knew how much she wanted me. So why was she playing these games?
She agreed to another date with me, on Saturday, and I told myself that I’d really throw myself into work on Thursday and Friday. Thursday morning, I was supposed to have a meeting with Keith Carner – he was one of my old buddies from MBA school, and we’d been doing business together for almost ten years. At one point, Keith had been one of my best friends in the world. Hell, he’d even been a groomsman in my wedding to Marlene.
When I called Keith’s office, he sounded distracted.
“I know it’s been forever, but I was hoping we could talk about a new deal,” I said. “I’m really hoping to acquire UPS by the end of the year, and I need your help.”
There was a long pause.
“Hello?” I narrowed my eyes in irritation. “Keith, you there, man?”
“Oh, yeah,” Keith said after a long pause. “Sorry, man. Just a little busy at the moment. How ‘bout I stop by your office later, after lunch?”
“Sounds good,” I said. “I’ve got to look for a new assistant anyway. See you then.”
“I’ll be there around two,” Keith said.
We hung up and I treated myself to a long lunch at the new Russian restaurant down the street. As soon as I saw the inside, I knew that June would love it – it was even more posh than Daniel had been, with lots of intimate touches. Thinking about the way she’d reacted to the escargot made me laugh. I wondered how she’d react to caviar.
June was easily the most refreshing person I’d met in my life. I wondered what made her tick, I wondered how she’d grown up into such a stunningly beautiful woman who didn’t even know her own power. Even though she was naïve, she was obviously quite smart. I closed my eyes as I sipped infused vodka and thought of taking June on weekend trips to Boston or Maine, watching her play in the snow. I snickered – somehow, I just knew that she’d be as eager as a child when it came to playing outside.
It wasn’t long before my thoughts turned to lusty ones. My cock stiffened in my pants as I thought of June’s lithe body spread out on a bearskin rug before a roaring blaze. I knew she’d have perfectly pink nipples and a neat little thatch of dark pubic hair. Normally, I liked my women hairless. But I knew that June would take immaculate care of herself, and I felt a hot bolt of lust careen through my cock when I thought about how it would feel to eat her out. Her pussy had to be soft and velvet smooth…and likely, unexplored. I knew that realistically, she couldn’t be a virgin…but at the same time, her obvious lack of experience with men told me that she’d still have that new car smell when it came time to fuck.
I closed my eyes and imagined June’s pale hands running over her body, teasing me. The idea was astonishingly arousing and I growled as I thought about taking both of her pale wrists with one hand, pinning them over her head, and holding her helpless while I fucked her raw.
After lunch, I was pleasantly drunk. The fall day was a chill one, but I sauntered back to the office and chain-smoked Dunhills while thinking about June. My meeting with Keith was in a little over an hour, and I thought I’d take a little nap in my office while I waited for him to show up.
I locked myself in my office, loosened my pants, and reclined on the black leather couch that Hannah had picked out. Even if she was a manipulative brat, she had good taste, I thought sleepily as I settled down and relaxed with my head in my arms. And I’d much rather have this couch around than her.
My head began to feel pleasantly exhausted and the next thing I knew, one of the secretaries was waking me up.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “What time is it?”
“Mr. March? It’s just after two,” the secretary replied. “Your phone has been ringing nonstop.”