As I stare out my office window, I question myself as to what the fuck I did. Sleeping with…or better yet…showing Harper my true side wasn’t on this week's menu. And although I wouldn’t change it for the world, she almost seemed like she would have.

It’s been four days since she let me take control of her and show her what sex is with me. And my mind cannot let it go. Firstly, she only saw a light side of sex with me, and for her, it was a lot. Secondly, she’s twenty-two while I’m twenty-nine. That’s not the issue. The issue is she’s young and inexperienced and has no idea how to do any of the shit I was taught. It’s like I was her teacher. And she didn’t even have to do anything.

Fuck! And she was the tightest girl I’ve ever slept with, which poses a problem. If we ever sleep together again, it’ll be a struggle for me to enjoy the fun things I like doing without wanting to fucking blow like a whale because I can’t hold off long enough. Yet, I can still do some things.

Fuck! I need to get my mind off Harper and back to my work. We haven’t spoken since then, and I was adamant about the fact that it was either a one-time deal or it was going to continue. She hasn’t spoken to me since I revealed what I was like in bed, and that makes me think it was a one-time deal. Please don’t be a one-time deal.

I want to text her. I want to just ask her if we are still friends. I want to know! But I’m Noah Adams for a reason. I don’t cave in. I don’t involve myself in situations that can become problematic. I don’t need her in my life. I want her in my life. Never have I felt so attracted or attached to a girl like her. She’s different. She’s not like the others. She’s nothing like Ivy. And she took me like a pro. That fucking surprised me. She didn’t realize that position I was holding her in, let me slide in almost the deepest possible position, and never once did she complain or beg me to stop. She wanted more. Her orgasms soaked my cock, forcing me to come on that second orgasm.

Damn it! Get to work!

           “Mr. Adams.” Talia, my new assistant, grabs my attention. “There is a Megan here to see you.”

“Jesus,” I mumble under my breath. “Send her in.”

She nods and gestures her hands, which causes Megan to quickly come in and close the door behind her.

“Megan.” I flash my eyebrows unamused. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I know you have a girlfriend, and I am married, Noah. But I cannot stop thinking about the sex we had. It was explosive. It was intense. It caused me to lose my mind. And I just want you to know I’d leave my husband if you ever gave me a chance.”

“I can’t lie,” I say, slowly walking toward her and glancing at my phone one more time, hoping to see a text. “The sex between us was intense. But before that, I was already talking to her. And after that, her and I hooked up. You’re a nice person. You’re attractive. You’re good at what you do. But you’re not for me. And you know that, but you keep coming back.”

She throws herself at me, her hands quickly wrapping around my shoulders while her lips connect to mine. She’s hungry for me, and it’s very intense.

I fight to peel her off me, gently removing her and exhaling a slight chuckle. “Jesus. Settle down. This isn’t going to happen. Even if I entertained the idea of sleeping with you again, it wouldn’t be here.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want.” She says in a pleading tone. “You can have all three of my holes right here and right now. Please, baby. Bend me over the table! We are like magnets and attracted to each other.”

I’m starting to get the feeling this girl is crazy.

“No,” I command sternly and watch as her eyes wave with fear and uncertainty.

She swallows and nods. “Yes, sir. Just…one last taste.”

I mean…I’m not in a relationship, and there is a good chance Harper is never speaking to me again. A man has to do what a man has to do…

NO! I am not that person. And she’s asking for a taste. She’s not well.

“Megan. It’s…” My phone vibrates in my pocket, making me pause in place. “Hold that thought.”

I quickly slide my phone from my pocket, seeing a new message from Harper. “Can you stop over after work?”

I smirk with uncertainty. “How about you come to finish out your last week here at the office? Your training isn’t done, but you seem to have ghosted me.”

“You know why I ‘ghosted’ you.” She’s quick to write back. “I plan on being in tomorrow. It’s Friday and I’ve had enough training from you. I want you to stop by after work today, please, so we can have a serious conversation.”

Okay. Now I am nervous.

“Serious conversation?” I write back. “You do know who I am, right? I’m ninety-nine percent serious at all times.”

“Okay.” She writes. “Good. Then we can talk. But don’t get too excited.”

As a man, I have this feeling she’s never going to sleep with me again. And as a man, a nice-looking woman is currently stripping in front of me…

“Megan!” I say to stop her. “Put your shirt back on. We are not doing this! You can’t just barge in here and think we are going to fuck.”

She lowers her head, disappointment radiating in her expression. “Fine. But this isn’t over.”

“It’s not over.” I’m quick to say and gesture my hand toward the door. “If things don’t work out between me and my romance, I will let you know. But until then, stop trying to get into my pants. I have your number. I will call you if I become available.”

Her eyes wave with excitement. “Are you serious right now or are you just trying to get me out of here?”

“I’m in a relationship,” I say, knowing I am lying. “Yes, I am serious. But I have someone.”

“What’s her name and where is she?” She commands.

I point at the door. “Leave, Megan. My current relationship is none of your business, and you will do nothing to harm her. Do you understand?”

She nods, her head lowered and her puppy eyes gazing into mine like she’s losing the most important thing in her life. “Yes, sir.”

I’m enjoying this dominance with her. And if this were a different lifetime, I’d give her what she wants.

           “I have your number,” I say, slowly sliding my hand along the bottom of her back, to help her get the fuck out of my office. “If anything ever changes, I will call you. I promise.”

           “I know.” She mumbles sadly. “We will be old and grey by that time. That girl you were with the other day was gorgeous. And something tells me that relationship isn’t ending anytime soon.”

           “It’s not,” I say, almost gritting my teeth to hide the lies I tell her. “She and I are happy together.”

           She spins around, her body pressing hard against mine. “Just one last kiss, Noah. Please! One last kiss!”

           I shake my head. “How would you feel if you and I had a relationship, and I kissed another woman? It’s not fair to my girlfriend to kiss you. How would you handle it if I did that, and I was yours?”

           “We’d have threesomes all the time!” She says excitedly. “I don’t care if you kiss other women. I’d watch your thick cock pound another woman and it would turn me on. You’d be my man, but I’d let you fuck any girl you want. I will suck your cock right now. I’ll let you whip me as hard as you want.”

           Okay! She is very open with relationships, making it harder for me to turn her away. But! I don’t want her.

           “Goodbye, Megan. Live your life to the fullest. Find someone who loves you for you. And get laid. Don’t hold off on the count of me.”

           “I will.” She says and waves her phone at me. “And I will record it and send you the video, showing you what you’re missing.”

           “Don’t do that.”

           She flashes her eyebrows. “I’ll send it tonight. It’ll make you want to touch yourself. It’ll make you wish it was you inside of me instead of some stranger.”

           “Don’t do that,” I say again in a deep and disgusted voice. “Megan, you’re better than that.”

           She scoffs with disgust. “I’m married to a ninety-three-year-old man who commands to me finger his asshole once a week. I’m not a hundred percent sure, but I’m pretty comfortable saying the only thing I’m getting when he dies is his Rolls-Royce. His children are thirty years older than me. Two of them have died already. And they all will receive his money before I do. That’s why I’m cheating on him and trying my best to find someone I can fall in love with. Trust me when I say my finger is not worth a Rolls Royce.”

           “Okay, okay!” I say, disgusted. “I’ll text you in the future. Do NOT send me a video of you fucking some other man.”

           She winks as she walks out the door, looking back at me. “You’re going to miss this ass.”