I take a deep breath, steady my nerves, and walk as confidently as I can toward the door at the end of the corridor.

Am I stupid for actually going through with this? A billionaire’s son just asked me to meet him in the closet to do who knows what.

It could be some crazy trap that will get me kicked out of my internship. For all I know HR is waiting in that closet ready to kick my ass out for sexual harassment.

Yet I couldn’t be more excited, couldn’t be more aroused. Butterflies churn in my lower belly. My heart races.

I stand in front of the door. Do I knock? Whisper a secret password? How exactly does one do a rendezvous in a coat closet?

I open the door slowly and slide inside.

The door closes gently behind me and I see nothing but shadows.

A pair of strong hands pulls me close, heat emanates off his body in warm, comforting waves.

“For a moment I thought you weren’t going to come.” He purrs in my ear. “I’m glad you did.”

I gasp. The hardness of his arousal presses into my stomach. I don’t even need to see it to know he’s huge. Like, “will that even fit” huge.

Freddie grabs my hair in a single fist and pulls my head to one side. His lips hover over my exposed neck.

“How I would love to take my time with you,” he whispers, “but there will be time for that later.”

His lips kiss my neck gently at first. But the soft kisses quickly turn passionate as he tugs at my ears with his teeth….

To be continued…