It’s been a week, and as I sit in this coffee shop…not the same one…my mind cannot remove the image of me in that bathroom. What was wrong with me? I’ve never done such a nasty thing in my life. But now that I look back on that, I know I was not in the right state of mind at all. It was like me being in a zoned-out panic attack and doing whatever I could to relieve the panic attack…except the panic was arousal.

I’ve been fine ever since, and I haven’t even thought about that book. Page thirty-seven can kiss my ass. Well! Pages thirty-seven through forty-one.

Who is Noah Adams? He’s such a mystery. Why did his wife leave him? Is there more to it? Why isn’t he touring and signing books? Why did he release a book that made him famous worldwide and then decide to become a financial advisor and own a few small businesses, including a bar? What is his end game?

Is he sleeping around with other women? Is he writing more books that no one knows about? Is he a serial killer? Is he a sex-crazed maniac?

Ugh! I’m never going to know!

“Well, damn!” Loryn gasps as she slides into a chair and analyzes me. “You look hot today. Did you…what am I missing?”

“Slight hair trim,” I say, gesturing my hands. “And they did my eyebrows, nails, and a facial type thing. I have no idea what it’s called. You know I’m not a fan of this stuff. But I had to for my new job.”

“Oh, yeah!” She roars with excitement. “You start that new financial position soon, don’t you?”

I nod. I'm going to some meeting in an hour. It’s a couple of people talking about what we do, how we do it, and where we do it.”

She chuckles, holding her muffin in her hand. “That sounds kinky and unprofessional. For someone as down-to-earth and professional as you are, you sure don’t know how to talk the talk.”

I shrug, glancing down at my phone. “Ugh. I will be once I start working. You’ll see a whole new side of me. The professional side you’re looking for.”

 “Good!” She says excitedly. “Now, whatever you do, don’t read that book before this meeting you have to go to.”

I sigh and roll my eyes. “I haven’t read it in a week. It’s too much for me.”

She tilts her head while trying to bite into her muffin. “You think it’s too much? Read the romance parts. But whatever you do, don’t read pages sixty through sixty-eight. I’ve never read something so dirty in my entire life.”

“Don’t do that,” I say sternly.

She bites back her smile. “Don’t do what?” And continues to bite into her muffin.

“Loryn! Don’t tell me how dirty the page…what page did you say?”

Her smile fills her face anyway. “Sixty. Don’t do it. It starts dirty.”

“The entire book is dirty,” I argue, sliding my phone into my pocket. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have to get ready for this meeting.”

An hour later, I am sitting at a desk in the back of the room. It reminds me of a classroom from high school. There are only four people in here and no instructor or whoever, whatever we are supposed to meet.

I look around the classroom, wondering what this meeting is exactly about. My boss said it was mandatory and that I had to turn in some slips after the meeting. I just don’t understand what it’s about.

My phone vibrates, causing me to glance down at a new message from no one important. But my clock says I still have five minutes until this thing even begins.

I exhale, opening my phone and losing the battle of not wanting to read the book. I swipe open the app and within seconds reach page sixty.

I have five minutes. I’m not too concerned. And if I begin to feel aroused whatsoever, I will shut the book.

- “Anders.” Veronica says softly and seductively as she walks into the dining room, naked and rubbing herself. “Are you going to fuck me or am I going to do it myself?”

Anders rolls his eyes, quickly standing. “I’m not in the mood, Veronica. I told you, I had a horrible day.”

“Yeah?” She questions and quickly straddles Anders. “And that is why I am here. To help your day get better.”

She sits on his lap, naked, and quickly reaches out to unbutton his shirt. Anders wraps his hands around her wrists. “I said I don’t want to.”

She bites her bottom lip and flashes her eyebrows. “Your hands hurt my wrists the slightest bit, but it’s making me wet…extremely wet. Can you fix that?”

Anders exhales an annoyed breath and leans closer to her face. “I said, no.”

“Fine!” She argues and quickly slides off him. “I’ll be in the bedroom, pleasuring myself.”

A few moments go by, and Anders slides his pants off to shower. He can hear Veronica moaning pleasurable moans. Every part of him wants to go in there and show her what real sex is like. But he’s too disappointed and hurt after his day went so poorly.

He’s quick to unbutton his shirt, making him naked as he walks into the bedroom. Veronica whimpers in pleasure as she slides the dildo deeper into her.

“I’m showering.” He says while stepping into the bathroom. “How is that childish toy treating you?”

“I’ve cum…” She pauses and gasps again. “Four times. You make me orgasm every time, baby. I want you. I want that thick and warm cock inside of me. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me…and I mean anything. I want you to moan in my mouth as you cum deep in my pussy.”

Anders chuckles and slides his hand along his cock, teasing her as she watches. “I love you, babe. But I have to shower. After the way today went, I have no power in me to give you sex.”

She slides her legs along the blankets, visibly impatient. “Fine! The toy is eight inches anyway.”

“Is that your brag?” He questions, growing annoyed. I’m seven inches. But that toy can't twirl its tongue the way you beg me to. That toy can’t slide its fingers along and in you the way you long for me to do. That toy cannot slide deeper into you at eight inches like I can and then continue to thrust into the way you beg for me to. That toy can’t kiss you or your pussy lips like I can.”

“Oh, baby.” She pleads. “Your words made me come again. I know you’re having a horrible day, but I’m over here masturbating, drenched for you and only you. Come over here.”-

Shit!

“Good morning.” A familiar voice takes my attention away from the book and back to reality.

I quickly glance around the room, noticing a good twelve to fifteen people and the host…Noah Adams!

Noah…fucking…Adams! The one man whom I’d never expect to find here. Now that I think about it, he runs a small financial business and writes books, so who better to have as a host for whatever this thing is?

I am reading this man's book because I sat with him last week for a few hours, and now I am in clear vision of him again. And he’s making it obvious he remembers me with that small smile he just gave me as he turned away.

Noah walks around the small desk, glancing out the window and exhaling. “I am here today because you all are about to work for one of the largest companies in North America. This company does place you with smaller companies from time to time just to be better equipped and learn more about what you’re about to do for the rest of your life.”

 A brunette lady raises her hand. “What exactly is this meeting today?”

Noah smirks, sliding his hand across his forehead, looking just as dumbfounded as we are. “I’m not sure. I think it’s more of this company getting you set up to train with the smaller companies, and that’s all this is. I have nothing else except a few small packets to hand out to you. And I have the names of the companies you all will be training with before going to Johnson’s Finance. My assistant, Ava, will help me pass these out.”

I glance down at my phone, hating myself because I want to read the next part now. Noah Adams is in the building, and I was reading his book. It makes me want to read more. He’s interesting and…

“Here you are, Harper.” Noah slides the packet across my desk, sending a small zing through my body. “Fancy seeing you here.”

I glance at the front of the packet. “Same to you. I forgot you were a financial analyst or whatever it’s called.”

He breathes a single laugh. “Whatever it’s called? You’re a Financial expert now. You should know all of the terms. I didn’t know your last name was Hastings.”

“Why?” I ask, gazing into his deep and mysterious eyes.

Now that I see this man in the day and how powerful he looks, it’s mesmerizing. He’s even hotter when it’s not dark. He’s taller than I thought. And his body makes that white dress shirt look good on him.”

He shrugs. “Look at the name of the company you’ll be training with.”

“Adams Finance?” I gasp. “I’m training with you?”

He nods, biting back his smile. “Yep. I had two other people who were supposed to be in my small training group, but they ended up not getting the job because their drug tests came back positive. This group is too small for the companies that were paid to train, so Johnson's Finance said you were the only one training for my company, yet still decided to compensate me for the other two.”

“Oh,” I say softly and look down.

Shit! My phone was still open, and his eyes were just glued to it! That’s what he was looking at.

I quickly close my phone while my heart decides to skip two beats and my stomach flutters with a dangerous excitement.

“You’re a reader?” He asks softly, pointing at my phone.

“I am…kind of,” I say, fighting my eyes from returning to his and…damn it! I’m staring at him again.

“What are you reading?” He asks, leaning in on the desk.

I shake my head. “Nothing big. Just a romance book.”

God! This man smells like heaven mixed with citrus and freshwater!

He exhales a quick and amused breath. “What’s it called?”

I’m going to word vomit. “The dirty little things.”

His eyes dance with playful excitement. “That is a good book. I heard the author is a good-looking guy.”

I bite back more smile. “I’d agree,” I say softly, looking him up and down

He fights his smile, exhaling through his nose and turning away. “See you tomorrow, Harper.”