Page 21 of His Secret Virgin

“No way,” came her envious reaction. “I can’t believe it.”

“There’s more.” I sat up as excitement filled me. “I’ve got a company credit card with a limit of five thousand dollars a month, which I can use to buy anything work related—like clothes to wear to work. Shoes. Makeup. Everything!”

Silence met my ears, and then she screamed, “Oh my God! I can’t believe it. My little friend sounds like she’s finally going to grow up.”

I thought about what Mr. Taylor said about not letting Dad baby me. “You know, I think my father really respects our boss, Mr. Taylor. He’s his friend from college—remember I told you all about him?”

“Yeah. That’s good that your dad respects him. It sounds like Mr. Taylor respects your dad, too, since he’s given you this cushy job and all the perks that go with it.”

“Yeah well, Mr. Taylor told me that he’s going to be making sure my father starts treating me more like an adult.” I fell back on my bed again as I thought about the man. “He’s so gorgeous, Val. Like totally hot.”

“Wait, what?” she asked. “Hold on. This guy and your dad went to school together, Emma. He’s an old man. You can’t possibly think he’s hot.”

“I bet if you Google him—Christopher Taylor, owner of Global Distributing—you’ll find pictures of him.” I dared her to think any differently than I did.

“Okay, let me do just that.” I heard her tapping away on the laptop she always had around. “Okay, Christopher Taylor, owner of—oh, shit! He is hot!”

Thought so.