“My name is Delaney Masterson. I graduated from New England College, right here in Boston. And I’ve never had an org*sm.”
When I admit this awful truth about myself to my co-workers, the worst possible thing happens. It gets back to my boss — Nixon Blake, the six feet tall, ripped, chiseled founder of the internet’s biggest search engine.
He’s a man with a jaw that could cut glass, the perfect amount of stubble, and ice blue eyes that could cause your blood to freeze in your veins. And then there’s his dark, wavy hair that looks like it would be heaven ...
“My name is Delaney Masterson. I graduated from New England College, right here in Boston. And I’ve never had an org*sm.”
When I admit this awful truth about myself to my co-workers, the worst possible thing happens. It gets back to my boss — Nixon Blake, the six feet tall, ripped, chiseled founder of the internet’s biggest search engine.
He’s a man with a jaw that could cut glass, the perfect amount of stubble, and ice blue eyes that could cause your blood to freeze in your veins. And then there’s his dark, wavy hair that looks like it would be heaven to run your fingers through.
He’s also a tech billionaire.
When I go to apologize, Nixon Blake isn’t having any of it. I think he’s for sure going to fire me, but then he does something completely unexpected.
He rises from his chair and comes toward me. His feet fall heavy on the floor, and I’m surprised the room doesn’t shake with the force of his gait. Everything about him says he knows how big and powerful he is.
He stops right in front of me, so close that I have to look up to keep eye contact.
“You want to know something about me that would surprise you?” His voice is low, forcing me to be completely still. I can barely breathe, and so instead of a response, I just nod.
There’s the tiniest spark of fire behind his icy eyes. “I’ve spent nearly every second since your little declaration,” he says, his tongue rolling over the word, “thinking about all the different ways I could make you come.”
