Free Perfect Ten by Nikki Worrell Page B

that, okay?”
    “No. I was way out of line. I mean, to go into your bathroom and—”
    I quickly threw my hand up in front of him. Truly, I was not going to talk about him jerking off in my bathroom! My face flushed. I could feel it. I wasn’t entirely sure whether it was all embarrassment either. The little vixen inside of me conjured up pictures that I shouldn’t be thinking about on the way to my sister’s wedding.
    My fantasies got the best of me sometimes. I remember being in a meeting at work and fantasizing about one of the auditors, Derrick, who was visiting from an insurance company we worked closely with.
    Derrick was not what you would think of when you thought about an auditor. He had thick, black hair with the darkest eyes I’d ever seen. They looked black, and when he focused on you, you felt like you were the only person in the room.
    In my fantasy, I did feel like the only other person in the room and strode over to him, gripping his tie. “You like what you’re seeing, Derrick?”
    His hands shot out to encircle my waist and to jerk me into his instant erection. “You feel that? I think that’s your answer.” Without any further words, he swept everything off the conference room table and roughly pushed me down on it, grinding into me as he covered me with his hard body.
    “Fuck me, Derrick. Hard and fast.” Of course, it was so good, I came quickly as he fucked me on top of that table. I swore I could even feel the coolness of the marble top on my back as he shoved my blouse up to get to my nipples.
    I didn’t realize I was slumping in my chair until Chrissy, a junior accountant, tapped me hard on the arm. So, no. I was not going to discuss Joe’s activities right then, but I’d sure think about them later.
    “Let’s just forget about it, okay? I have enough to think about today without picturing you…” I just let my words trail off. Out of the corner of my eye, I’m pretty sure I saw Joe’s mouth tilt up at the corner.
    “Okay. Done.” He slid a sideways glance at me that had me fighting not to squirm under his observation. His eyes slid down to my thigh, where the slit exposed mass amounts of skin, since it slid apart as soon as I sat down. A small groan escaped his lips before he quickly turned away and focused his gaze on the road. The engine started smoothly with a flick of his wrist, and we were off.
    “So, Joe. What’s our cover story?”
    “Just go with what’s in the file. No need to get too fancy. I find it easier to avoid unwanted questions if there aren’t too many details.”
    “What file?”
    Joe looked at me like I’d just said I wanted gopher guts on my pizza. “You didn’t read the file the office sent you? It has our background story in it.”
    Shit. Double shit. “I thought that was just the contract that Gracie signed for the date.” I could feel the butterflies roaring to life in my stomach. I was going to hurl. “Oh my God. I’m such an idiot! Of course there would be background information. I’ll never pull this off. Just drop me off at the wedding, and I’ll tell everyone you got sick—or you fell off your motorcycle or something cool like that.”
    Apparently, I hit a nerve, because Joe sat up higher in his seat, and his frown was so fierce, I was sure he would have a permanent indentation between his eyes. “That is not cool! If I had a motorcycle, I would most certainly not fall off it. You will not tell them that. I’m six foot four and young and strong. I could handle a motorcycle. And it would be a Harley too. A big one.”
    I don’t know if he was being indignant on purpose or not, but he did get a laugh out of me. “Easy, fella. Fine. I’ll just say you’re sick.”
    “No. It’ll work. I’ll just give you the basics. We have a few minutes.”
    The basics. He expected me to be able to memorize some lies right now? Oh, this was not going to go well. I could feel it in my bones.
    “Okay. So, what do you do for a living?”
    “I