Free The Album: Book One by Ashley Pullo Page A

only son. With my mom’s health and my dad’s arrogance, they’re looking to me to step up and be in charge, the new face of hope for the company.” Zach frowns at me. “Why are you making that face?”
    “I’m sorry, I’m just confused,” I answer.
    “You frown when you’re confused? Anyway, my family owns Parker and Parker Pharmaceuticals, you’ve probably heard of it – I’m the second Parker. My dad wants to step down completely and make me CEO. He’s a prick and now his wife is dying and all his miracle drugs can’t stop it. My father’s image is shattered and he wants me, at twenty-six years old, to run a company I know nothing about.” Zach’s eyes water and I gather that there is a long history of family turmoil. I place his hand in mine and squeeze it with compassion.
    “How can I help?”
    Zach smiles, confident with his parental plan of tyranny. “Come with me to meet my mom. She needs a little happiness, and you ignite fire wherever you go.” His voice lowers to a whisper as he says, “She also wants to meet my girlfriend.”
    “I understand, but I’m not sure I feel comfortable pretending to be your girlfriend.” I’m not really girlfriend material, and no guy has ever brought me home to their mom – I don’t know why the fuck not!
    “You don’t have to pretend, she only wants to see me happy, and you definitely make me happy.”
    “Okay, Zach, I can do that for you.” He leans in to kiss my nose, so sweet and unassuming.
    “And there’s the other thing. I don’t want the company. Ever. I have dreams, too.”
    “Really? Like what?” I ask teasingly.
    “Oh! Looks like we’ve passed the five-minute mark. We’ll save dreams and rainbows for our next break.” Zach smiles mischievously and stands up. He unbuckles his pants and lets them fall to the floor. He’s delectably hard beneath his boxer briefs, forcing me to smile in delight. “Now, Ms.? I’m sorry I didn’t catch your full name.” He extends a hand and pulls me up to join him.
    “I’m Natalie LeGrange. Nice to meet you Mr. Parker.”
    “Yes, very nice. So in order to conduct the most effective interview, you will need to remove your clothing, please.” Zach takes a step back to access my body. I oblige by removing my skirt, then my shirt, and then placing them on the sofa. Zach shakes his head and licks his lips as I unhook my bra, flinging it at the television.
    Zach’s eyes expand in delight as he mutters, “silver-fucking-dollar nipples, damn!” I finally remove my panties, agitated from the afternoon of sexual torture, and then take a step closer.
    “Do you have any questions relevant to the position?” I ask.
    “Not really, but I would like to evaluate your experience. How much cock can you handle?” Zach cups my tits and squeezes gently, releasing a small sigh of pleasure.
    “Oddly, this is the exact format of my earlier interview, en français bien sur.” I smile seductively as Zach lowers his briefs to reveal a monster piece of flesh, long, thick and extremely erect. I drop to my knees, prepared and eager for the oral challenge of the decade. I take the tip in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the circumference of his engorged shaft.
    “Natalie, you’re hired.”

September 17, 2002
    W HAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY! I love this city. I love the constant movement. I love the resilient nature of September. I love the fact that I can perform my walk of shame with wrinkled clothes and $2.00 orange flip-flops and no one seems to care. I love the Village junkie that just whistled at me between puffs of some questionable smoke. I love that I can walk with a goofy smile of delirium and people assume I’m a tourist. I love that I have no idea where I am, but there will always be a Starbucks and some fake handbags directing my path.
    Last night with Zach was amazing, clair et simple. He’s one sexy freak with an enormous . . . sexual appetite. Our constant nakedness prevented us from leaving his