“I slapped him hard across the face. He didn't react to it; he just closed his eyes, and leaned his head back against the headrest. Tears began to prick my eyes, and I did nothing to try and stop them. "I can't stand this," I said through the tears, "I can't stand what I've become.”

“He was smiling and motioned for me to turn around, and as I did, he stopped me. "What size shorts did you get?""A four. Why?""Maybe you should have gotten a six, those are awfully snug." He didn't take his eyes off the shorts.”

“How did you sleep?” A wolfish grin spread across his mouth. “I’m not sure I slept. I’m exhausted.” “I figured you would be. You were a nympho last night.” He stood and dropped the towel that was gracefully hiding his…”

“Jason sauntered out of his office, with nothing on except for his cargo shorts. His perfectly sculpted abs was a jump start to my libido. His skin looked even more luxurious and tanned, probably from swimming earlier in the day. I stopped the glass just before my lips and shamefully stared at him...”

“Would he ever lighten up? Do I even want him to? In a strange way, his domineering, cavalier attitude was a bit of a turn on.”

“I did not flirt with him; I was being courteous, since you were making the entire situation completely awkward.”“Good, he should have taken the hint.”

“Mr.Kline was standing his ground, his arms outstretched in front of a small group of kids. He was red faced an appeared sweaty or maybe just covered with tears. I ran to catch up with them.”