One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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BECCA

Okay, calm down, I told myself. You can do this. He wouldn't have given you the job if he didn't think you were capable.

But as much as I tried to relax and think rationally, I couldn't stop the nerves tying a knot inside my stomach.

When I'd received the call from Matthew the night before asking if I could start that morning, it had knocked the breath out of me.

"Tomorrow!" I'd almost yelled into the phone. "Really?

That soon?"

"That soon," he replied with his voice full of soothing reassurance. "See you at nine."

Standing in the foyer of his o ce, I looked up at the clock on the wall. I was half an hour early. Better to be early than late, I reasoned and stepped into the elevator. Looking over my appearance in the mirrored wall, I smoothed my skirt and my hair for the tenth time and checked that nothing was stuck between my teeth. The last thing I wanted was to greet him with a smile only to have a piece of kale wedged between my front teeth.

As the doors chimed open and I found myself staring at his assistant behind her desk, I was filled with the realization that this was really happening.

This is it. This is where you work now. You're not a college kid anymore. You're a professional woman.

With a big smile, I walked out of the elevator with as confident a walk as I could manage even though my legs were wobbling. "Good morning, Sandra!"

"Oh, hello. You're early." She smiled, pleased to see me. "And you remembered my name too. It's not often people do that." "I'm good with names."

She slid out of her seat and waddled toward me. "Let me show you where your o ce will be," she grunted as she clutched her belly.

"No, really it's okay. You can just point the way."

"Oof, no. Lord knows I need the exercise. If I sit at that desk all day, I'm gonna swell up like a balloon. Not to mention with Thanksgiving and Christmas coming up, I plan on eating my current weight in mashed potatoes and pie, so I need to move now as much as I can."

I smiled and nodded. "Good idea."

She showed me down the hall past Matthew's o ce to an innocuous black door. To my surprise, it already had my name on it.

"Got the sign done this morning," Sandra said, following my gaze.

"It looks very o cial," I squealed, excitement bubbling up.

"Well, it's all yours." She opened the door, switched on the lights and nodded her head inside. "If you need anything, I'll be back at my desk."

I wondered if I should be running around after her. She was ready to pop!

Alone, I stepped into my o ce and gawped. Holy shit.

It wasn't just an o ce. It was an opulent room with a floor to ceiling window that looked out over the Boston skyline. Everything was new, sleek, and made of glass. My desk, black and curved so it felt like the dashboard of a spaceship, faced the window toward the splendor of the city.

"Like it?" a voice asked from the doorway.

I spun around and saw Matthew leaning against the wall with a cappuccino in his hand and a smile on his face. "I love it," I gushed, drinking in his appearance. There was something so sexy about a strong man in a designer suit, the cut of the fabric clinging so well to his sturdy frame.

"And you're early," he said, taking a sip of coffee before wiping the froth from his top lip.

I would have done anything to lick it off myself.

"I like that," he continued. "Show's enthusiasm. Has Sandra showed you how to log into the system yet?"

"No. I was just about to figure it out myself." "Here, I'll show you."

Drinking the last of his coffee, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a metal tin of breath mints. Popping one into his mouth, he wandered closer.

"Just relax," he said, gesturing for me to take a seat. "Make yourself at home."

But I was too nervous in his presence to relax. As I sat down in front of him, my foot started bouncing like it was spring-loaded. With a deep breath and all my strength, I held it in place.

"Okay, so it's pretty easy to do," he said, leaning on my desk and switching on the state-of-the-art computer, which loaded up quick as a flash. "I'm sure you'll get the hang of it easily," he said as his fingers fluttered across the keyboard. "If you can get through college, you can figure this out," he laughed and turned to me with a wink.

My stomach did a somersault as I giggled. Shut up. You sound like a schoolgirl.

"Okay, so you see this?" he asked, leaning in over me.

I could smell the sweet richness of his cologne mingled with the natural scent of his skin, as well as the jarring sharpness of his breath mint.

"Yep," I replied. "Looks pretty straight forward."

"It is. You just type in your name and then choose your password and..."

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He continued to talk, but I didn't hear a word because all I could think was: This is the closest he's ever been to you. He's so close you can feel the heat ofl him!

And as I turned my head slightly, my eyes met his and an electric tension sizzled between us. I could feel my breath catch in my throat and goosebumps rise on my arms.

There's something between us, I thought, a little surprised.

And he can feel it too.

"So," he breathed, "does that all make sense?" "It makes perfect sense."

Gradually, he moved closer to me, inch by inch until I could feel his breath tingling on my lips. Is he going to kiss me? I could feel my body respond to him and my heart beat faster.

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip before biting it, and I felt myself melt into a puddle as my inner thighs grew moist. I could hear his breath quicken, afraid he might hear my heart as it beat loudly in my ears. Kiss me, I wanted to tell him. Take me and spread me out on this desk.

"So, that's everything you need to know," he said abruptly and straightened. As he pulled himself up to full height, I could see his cheeks were flushed and his eyes couldn't meet mine. "If you need anything else, just ask Sandra." "Wait..."

But he was already walking out the door.

I sat in my chair, stunned for a second, staring at the screen as though I'd imagined the whole thing.

Did that really just happen? Or am I going nuts? There was something between us. I could feel it and I know he felt it too!

So why was he practically running down the hall?

As I turned to watch him disappear into his own o ce, I noticed his coffee cup abandoned on the edge of my desk. I reached for it and realized it was still warm.