Chapter 2

Chapter 2

E

mma Sanders

I adjusted

the strap of my new pink bra and looked at myself in the mirror. The pink lace and satin did an amazing job hoisting up my large breasts. The line of cleavage the demi bra created was impressive. I just had to hope that the guy who I took home tonight liked boobs. Big, soft round boobs that were so sensitive to the touch that I shuddered every time I accidentally bumped into my boss's brother.

Carter.

I took a deep breath, tried to calm my racing heart. Every time I thought about what I was going to do tonight, I freaked. So, yeah, maybe picking up a random guy at a bar, bringing him home and letting him pop my cherry wasn’t the smartest idea I’d ever had. But I was desperate. No one wanted to date an uptight, twenty-four year old virgin. The men I’d told thought I was super-religious and looking for an engagement ring, or cold as ice, rigid and untouchable.

I was going to fuck whatever hottie I could find at the bar. I wasn’t going to ask, or tell him I was a virgin. Hell no. That would derail the entire thing. I didn’t want him to know about my unfortunate state until his cock was buried deep and the deed done.

If he knew, he’d leave me untouched. Hot and horny and desperate to be fucked. But something about the V card scared off my would-be lovers.

I wasn't anything special. How could I be? I was still holding my V card. If I'd been sexy enough, attractive enough,

hot

enough, I'd have dates every weekend. But no. I couldn’t seduce a man because I’d never taken one to bed. I didn’t know how to act sexy, or to tempt a lover to my bed. Those invisible signals couples gave each other? I knew they existed, but had no clue how to participate.

If I didn't resolve this virginity problem, I'd turn into an old cat lady. A spinster cat lady with a cobweb covered vagina. When I told that guy Jim, my date to the office Christmas party, that I'd never had sex before, his mouth had fallen open and he'd been afraid to touch me. He'd said I was a unicorn.

A unicorn. No one wanted to fuck a unicorn. At least not Jim since he’d run for the door faster than I could track him.

Seemed no man wanted to deal with a virgin. It wasn’t like I was saving myself for someone special, I’d just never met a guy I wanted badly enough to spread my legs and let him take me.

Except Carter Buchanan. But he was so far out of my league, even thinking his name was a joke of epic proportions. He was a walking cliché, tall dark and handsome. His dark brown hair just reached his collar in the back and I stared at the soft waves when he wasn’t looking, imagined running my hands through his hair. His dark eyes were intense. Every time he looked at me, I felt like he could read my mind or something. Carter was sexy, successful. A freaking billionaire Buchanan, a member of the most famous, richest, hottest group of bachelors in all of Colorado. And my Ford's brother.

Sure, I worked with him and delivered reports and files to his office, but Carter Buchanan barely even knew I was alive, and it was time to stop pining for something I could never have.

Condensation still coated the mirror from my scorching hot shower. I wiped the mirror with the hand towel and touched up my lipstick before walking back into my bedroom to grab my dress.

Yeah, I was a unicorn. A horny unicorn with an itch to scratch. And it was all Carter Buchanan's fault. Sure, he was beyond reach, but he was also my fantasy.

If I had my way, I'd walk into his office, climb on his lap as he sat in his desk chair while he was on a conference call and take him for a ride. I'd have pulled his huge cock—and in my dreams it was huge—from his dress pants and impale myself on it. He'd have ripped through my stupid hymen with ruthless precision and then fucked me with an expertise that left me sated and well satisfied.

Just like the long line of women he'd had. I stepped into my little black dress as I thought of Sheila and Tamera and Evelyn, all women he'd taken to various functions and office parties. I'd been barely able to look at him as he'd placed his hand at the small of their backs. His touch never was a blatantly sexual gesture—I'd never seen him once be overtly sexual with any of them—but I wanted him to do it to me nonetheless. I'd feel the heat from his palm on my lower back and he'd guide me wherever he wanted me to go.

I wanted him with a fierceness that made me want to poke those women's eyes out with my letter opener. But I'd needed the job at Buchanan Industries to pay for my master’s program and so I kept my feelings well in check. Carter didn't know I wanted him to bend me over his desk, pull up my skirt and fuck me hard. His hand would cover my mouth so no one else could hear me coming. I didn't care about office policy. He didn't know I watched his ass every time he left Ford’s office, otherwise he'd probably report me to HR. I was just his brother’s secretary and he'd never once indicated he was the least bit interested in me. Until today.

Today, he’d touched me. Kissed my cheek. Had he been fishing for an invite to Frankie’s tonight?

“Shut up, woman. You’re losing it.” I scolded myself in the silence of my bedroom. Carter Buchanan was a billionaire. A sexy, arrogant, hard-nosed businessman. He’d never in a million years be interested in a stupid virgin like me. But if he offered, would I give it to him? Would I let him punch my V card and just be another woman in his long line of them?

Hell, yes.

As I slipped into my heels, I knew it didn't matter. I was leaving the company anyway. Sure, being Ford’s secretary was interesting, and good experience, but I hadn’t gone to school for six fucking years to answer the phone and keep a man’s schedule. No, I’d gotten the call just the day before, a position at a new company in their finance department. All mine. Three times the pay and half the overtime. My final interview with the CEO was tomorrow, but they’d already offered me the job.

In fact, I’d already given Ford my two-weeks notice. One more week, and I was out.

No more making copies and getting coffee. I’d have my own office with an admin assistant working for me. No more Tuesday and Thursday morning meetings with Carter Buchanan. No more sitting across from him ignoring that sexy as hell cologne.

No more Carter.

I walked to the dresser and put my favorite diamond stud earrings in as I scolded myself. “It’s for the best, Emma. You can’t have him. It’s time to move on.”

No. More. Carter.

I couldn't stand to see another picture of him with a gorgeous woman on his arm. I had to give up the dream that he'd

ever

want me, that he thought of me as anything more than an employee. And so I was thankful for the change my new job would bring. I'd let this ridiculous obsession with Carter go and move on with my life.

Starting tonight. First, I'd find a guy who wanted a good time. In a couple weeks, I'd start my new job as a full-fledged, experienced woman and finally be free of my obsession with Carter Buchanan.