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  "What are you saying, Nicole?" I asked.

  She wrapped her arms around me and smiled. "I have a feeling I'm risking my job just by being here with you right now?"

  I blushed and looked away. I didn't want to answer her. I was still afraid that answering her would mean her running away. I knew I had to be honest with her. That I needed to come clean completely. Especially if we were going to trust each other, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her about the conversation with dad the night before. My selfish desire to keep her in my life overrode my desire to be completely truthful.

  "I don’t know," I lied. "I'm pretty sure Christine was waiting for you this morning because dad got to her first, but I don’t know what they had planned."

  The lie burned on my tongue, but Nicole wasn’t running away. I figured I could deal with that later. Talk to dad and try to save her job before it even became an issue. And keep her away from Morgan, somehow. Damn life was getting needlessly complicated during this internship.

  Nicole rolled her eyes. "The way she showed up with a picture of the two of us kissing? I have no doubt."

  I was so angry that stars danced in front of my eyes for a moment. I felt lightheaded. Like I was about to completely lose control. Morgan and her meddling, again. The only question was whether she took that picture out of a malicious sense of revenge or if she was working on dad’s orders and getting some personal pleasure out of her professional duties.

  "I can’t believe he actually gave that picture to Christine. I'll kill him!"

  "You've seen the picture?" she asked.

  I sighed and reluctantly disengaged from Nicole. It was nice feeling her against me like that. Nice feeling someone who still wanted to get up close and personal with me even after they found out what my personal net worth was.

  I flopped down on the couch and it protested. Not much, though. Only the best and most expensive for me, after all. Sometimes I wished that man would just let me live life the way I wanted to. Though, admittedly, life would probably still include an apartment like this. Just maybe not the most expensive furniture money could buy. Thankfully I wasn't taken away from Nicole's presence for long. She flopped down next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

  I was distracted for a moment by how nice that felt. By how right everything felt sitting here on this couch with her up against me. It was so very domestic. So unlike any of the intense and admittedly passionate affairs I'd had with girls at college. And yet it was nice in its own way.

  Besides, I figured I could probably have passion with her right along with the domesticity. It was just a question of awakening that in her and enjoying the best of both worlds.

  "Dear old dad decided to pay me a visit last night after I got home," I said. "Sobered me up pretty damn quick, let me tell you!"

  "I'll bet," Nicole said. "I refused to give my parents the key to my apartment, and they live a good five hours away so it's not like they can just drop in on me."

  "That sounds wonderful," I said. "Anyways. He's always so concerned with me screwing up his precious family name. With my name getting in the papers, even though I've been pretty good about avoiding scandal entirely! Not to mention getting your name in the papers isn’t really a thing anymore. Maybe getting your name online? Whatever. Same difference."

  "Do you really have people following you around trying to catch you doing stuff? I always see people showing up on gossip blogs. There's a lady a few cubicles down who’s always talking about this or that happening to whatever celebrity. I'm actually kind of surprised she didn't recognize you."

  "Nothing to recognize," I said. "That's the thing. I might go out and party. I might have a good time. But I also know the benefit of keeping a low profile. I've never done anything too bad. Nothing that would make dear old dad too terribly upset. Though sometimes I think I should just go wild and crazy. Really give him something to worry about if he’s going to go crazy no matter what I do."

  Nicole looked at me out of the corner of her eyes and grinned. "Really? You don't do anything that would get you in trouble?"

  "Well mostly I don't," I said. "Why?"

  "Weren't you the one who was giving me that impassioned speech about how I needed to live a little?" Nicole asked. "Was all of that just you talking out your ass? Because I definitely don't see somebody who’s doing their best to stay out of the gossip magazines causing the kind of trouble you were encouraging me to get out and have."

  I giggled and rolled my eyes. Pulled her closer. "The fact that I'm into girls is probably the most scandalous thing I've ever done. And even that isn't really a scandal in this day and age. It's more of a feature than a bug with the way the media has been going in the past decade."

  "That's kind of a relief," Nicole said. "I sort of hate saying this, but the idea of having this realization back when I was in high school, or middle school…"

  She shuddered and I grinned. "It's really not bad."

  "Oh really?" Nicole asked. "And where did you go to school? Some big fancy boarding school out in the English countryside? I'm betting you were basically at the Hogwarts for rich people or something."

  "God I wish," I said. "I never got my letter on my eleventh birthday, unfortunately. In a way you're right, though. I might not have gone to some private school in a castle in the countryside, but I did go to an all-girls boarding school. Talk about a fun few years after hitting puberty!"

  I stared up at the ceiling and smiled wistfully as I thought back to some of those old days. I was looking at the ceiling, but in reality I was seeing my first roommate. I was remembering my first kiss. I was remembering a hell of a lot of other firsts that would be a little too naughty to mention to Nicole.

  No point mentioning the old girlfriends with the potential new one, after all.

  "You slut!" Nicole said. “I went to school literally surrounded by cornfields in a town that liked to pretend it was in the 1950s except for the meth.”

  She was acting scandalized, but the way she leaned in close and smiled took the heat out of her words. The way she leaned in and kissed me suddenly, causing my eyes to go wide, definitely took a lot of the sting out of her words. And so I found myself fixating on Nicole instead of on memories.

  Maybe that's what she was going for. Replacing some of my trip down memory lane with some new memories that were going to be fixed in the old permanent record. The feel of her body pressed against me. The taste as her tongue moved into my mouth and we dueled back and forth. It was intense. It was enough to knock all those old memories right out of my head.

  I came up for air after what seemed like forever, but a quick glance at a clock on the wall showed that we'd only been at it for maybe a couple of minutes. It was amazing how time could both stretch on forever and fly when having fun like that.

  "So enough with the trip down memory lane. What are we going to do about our current situation?" Nicole asked.

  I sighed and leaned back, but didn't take my hand away from where it had fallen over her shoulder. I liked feeling her against me. She felt so nice.

  "I just don't know," I said. "What I'm feeling for you is…"

  I stopped short of saying something we might both regret. Something that was very close to how I truly felt about her, but that also dangerously close to going entirely too far entirely too fast. Luckily she smiled and leaned in to kiss me, defusing the moment.

  "I understand exactly what you're saying, but I also understand if you don't want to say it," she said. "I've been feeling the same way, though that might just be the hellacious girl crush talking."

  I blushed and a thrill ran through me that quickly turned to a chill down my spine as I thought of the implications of what she said. It was crazy how even the mention of one hell of a girl crush could get me so hot and bothered. Then again, everything about her had been getting me inexplicably hot and bothered ever since the first time I saw her at the elevators back at the beginning of my internship. Back when I had no idea that the beautiful
girl I was seeing on the other side of the elevator doors would be my new supervisor. My new lover. I hoped.

  I wanted her to be a hell of a lot more than just my supervisor, but baby steps.

  “You have no idea how refreshing it is to hear you say that and know you mean it,” I said. “That it’s based on our time together and not…”

  “And not what? What’s bothering you Erica?”

  "You don't understand what it's like to have people treat you like you’re nothing more than a cash machine. Having people look at you differently because they know who you are. Hell, Christine's a pretty good example of that. I know, poor little rich girl."

  Nicole pulled me to face her. Locked eyes with me. "Hey, don't worry about that. I don't care about how much money you have. Your dad could disown you tomorrow and I'd still want to go out on a date with you. I'd even be willing to buy since I'm still sort of gainfully employed."

  This time around I leaned in and gave her a kiss. A kiss that started to become much more as Nicole's hands ran up and down my body. As I felt her starting to get truly daring. And it excited me even more thinking that I was probably the first girl she'd ever done this with. Sure she'd probably been with guys before, but there was something about knowing I was her first exploration of a woman that got me excited.

  Well, if I was the first girl she'd ever been with then I was more than happy to do a little bit of exploration. I moved forward, pushing her back on the couch. This was crazy, especially considering the sort of threat we were under, a threat I hadn’t exactly mentioned to her which could cause trouble down the line, but I didn't give a fuck. All I cared about was Nicole under me.

  The rest of the bullshit life was trying to throw at me could wait until later. I could figure out a way to do this and save Nicole from dad’s hypocritical whims later. Right now, Nicole was all I cared about.

  14: New Experiences

  "Holy shit!"

  Erica reached down and took my hand. Intertwined her fingers with my own and gave my hand a squeeze. "You can say that again!"

  I looked over to her and grinned. "Okay. Holy shit!"

  Erica giggled and leaned forward. Brushed her lips against mine. Hell, more than her lips brushed against me. I couldn't believe I was lying completely naked with Erica, with my intern, with the CEO’s daughter, in her lavishly appointed apartment at the top of one of the most expensive buildings in the city.

  Sure things had been going in a good direction. Sure we'd been flirting with each other over the past couple of weeks and I felt like something major was going on here, but if anyone had told me this morning that I'd go from potentially being fired by my bitch of a boss to hopping into bed with a woman for the first time I would've thought they were crazy!

  "So how was that for your first time?" Erica asked.

  I let out a deep and shuddering sigh. How to explain that? I felt more satisfied than ever before. I felt a delicious tingling running through my body as aftershocks from the incredible orgasm I just felt with Erica continued to explode throughout my body.

  "I didn't know it could feel like that," I said. "I mean I've been with guys before. It was okay, but that…"

  "Feels kind of like you've been breathing water your entire life and you suddenly discovered air and how much better it was, doesn't it?"

  "That's an odd way of phrasing it, but yeah. That’s sort of how it feels."

  "And that's just the beginning of an incredible world opening up for you. I'm just glad you decided you actually liked it!" Erica said.

  I blinked. "I hopped into bed with you. Why the hell would I do that if I wasn't a little curious about being with a girl?”

  Erica grimaced and I wondered if she was remembering some past experience that didn't go as well as what we'd just shared.

  "You'd be surprised sometimes," she said. "There have been a few girls I've been with who were satisfying curiosity. Scratching an itch. Maybe they thought they should be into girls but turns out they weren't. I've talked to guys who had the same problem with bi-curious dudes checking them out and then deciding they weren't so bi-curious after all once they were in the moment."

  "It just seems odd," I said. "You'd think by the time you're hopping into bed with someone you'd know you were into them."

  Erica shrugged. "I've been with a few girls over the years who decided they weren't into girls once they were in bed. I know it's not really about me. I guess it’s an ego boost as much as it's a blow to the ego. After all, I was hot enough to get a straight girl in bed with me even if they didn't stay there for very long!"

  I giggled and leaned in closer. Started kissing along Erica’s neck. She let out a delighted moan and tilted her head away so that I could have better access. Meanwhile I traced my fingers down and enjoyed the feel of her body. A body that felt right. That made me feel so hot as I explored her. Hot in a way I hadn't felt with guys before.

  Once more I felt like this was one of those moments where I should've had an earth shattering revelation or something, but more than anything all I could think was that this was right. That I'd fixed a mistake I’d been making ever since hitting puberty.

  "You know we still haven't solved any of the other problems," I said. “Christine is still going to be gunning for me when we get back into the office.”

  Erica looked at me. Opened her mouth then closed it. Hesitated for a moment. Now that was an odd reaction. Almost as though she was hiding something. Finally she spoke.

  "I can't rightly say I give a shit about any of that right now. What about you?"

  Now it was my turn to hesitate. What had that pause been all about? But I didn’t want to ruin the moment. I forced a smile and lied even though I was still very much worried about work. "Not one little bit! Still, we’re going to have to go back into the office at some point.”

  Erica waved a dismissive hand, though there was still that odd look. An odd look that I might’ve missed if I hadn’t been watching her so intently. An odd look that quickly turned to a huge grin.

  “Why don’t we forget about all that and think about other things?”

  "Oh really? And what other things would you like to think about instead?"

  I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. Moved my hands up and traced a finger around one breast. Amazing how a piece of anatomy I'd taken for granted my entire life could take on such an erotically charged role suddenly. And yet here we were. I'd gone from thinking she was beautiful to trying to catch peek down her shirt and now here I was feeling her up as I kissed her in her bed.

  Erica pulled back and smiled. "I think you know exactly what I'm thinking."

  She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down, only right before our lips pressed together I heard something out in her living room. We froze. I cocked an eyebrow. Erica's face was barely illuminated by the light from the city below, but she looked worried.

  "I don't suppose you have a cat or something you didn't tell me about?" I asked.

  "Nothing like that," Erica said.

  There was a crash. As though someone was stumbling in the dark out there. "Is someone robbing you?"

  Only Erica didn't look worried. No, she looked more pissed off than anything. She growled and disengaged from me. I wanted to whimper from the loss of contact, but at the same time I was suddenly very worried about who might be out there. Though it seemed ridiculous to think that a robber made their way up here considering all the security that had to be cleared before getting into Erica's apartment.

  Not for the first time today I found myself wondering what the hell was going on even as I felt like I was missing some very important and needed to know information.

  "I'm pretty sure that's not a burglar," Erica said. "There's no way they would've gotten past security or into the elevator or through my door."

  "Well that's a relief," I said. Even if I was pissed off that we were being interrupted. "So who is it? An old girlfriend?"

  I couldn't help but allow a little bit of
jealousy to creep into my voice. A jealousy that was tempered by the show I was getting from Erica as she stood and pulled her clothes on. God she was beautiful. Even more so as she was bathed in the light from the city as her tight body was put on display. Just watching her pull her clothes on was far more erotically charged than even some of the things we'd just done. Things I'd never imagined doing with a girl, but boy had it been a hell of a lot of fun once I was trying it for the first time!

  "No, not an old girlfriend or anything like that," Erica said. "Something much worse. Someone who has access to my apartment. That means it's probably Morgan."

  "Who the hell is Morgan?"

  "My bodyguard," she said. She didn't sound happy as she moved to the door and stepped out. I almost wanted to stop her. What if that really was a robber out there?

  "Maybe I should come out there with you…"

  "No," Erica said, maybe a little too fast. My eyes narrowed, though of course she wouldn't be able to see that in the darkness. I was suddenly suspicious. Why wouldn’t she want me out there to hear whatever it was she had to say to her bodyguard? It made me wonder if maybe there was something they had to talk about that I wasn't going to like. It was an odd stray thought, but there’d been those looks that had me thinking.

  Given all the crazy stuff that had happened over the past week or two, especially given what I'd had to deal with today with strange pictures of me showing up on my boss’s desk and strange looks from Erica, I was suspicious. Was that suspicion maybe a little over the top? Perhaps, but I’d love to see anyone else who'd experienced everything I'd been through over the past couple of days reacting any differently!

  "Are you sure?" I asked. "If she's out there then it might have as much to do with me as anything else."

  Erica took a deep breath. Let it out in a long sigh. Then she looked down at me and smiled, though for once that smile didn't seem entirely sincere. Maybe it was a trick of the lighting. Maybe it was that she genuinely wasn't sincere.