Status Updates From In the Dark

How about this response IMMEDIATELY after an attempted rape???
"Removing my handkerchief from my pocket, I wipe her tears. “Come on. I want to dance with the most beautiful woman at this party.”

As I survey the room and all the guests enjoying themselves, I’m overcome with pride. Not only that, but it’s been the best week of my life. When Rick and I weren’t screwing each other’s brains out, we actually had conversations.

Another 14 pages of the same.

Skimmed 12 pages of them going at it l I keep rabbits. Eyeroll!

When she opened her eyes and I saw the sheer awe within them, I wondered how I’ve survived this long without seeing that look in a woman’s eyes. Sure, I’ve seen lust, satisfaction, even exhaustion, but the way she looked at me made me feel as if I’d just solved all the problems of the world.

That was a COMPLETE and QUICK turnaround.

I launch into my happy dance. It’s not a cute or sexy dance; more like a cross between the Carlton and the Urkel, but it’s mine. I’d have to kill anyone who ever saw me doing it.

I apologize if I offended you, Kelly. I have no idea how things went so wrong so fast.”
“They went wrong when you implied that you wanted me for your personal plaything.”
“Just think about it. Would that be such a bad thing?” Surprise registers in her eyes and her smile vanishes.

As tears well in my eyes, I step through the door and leave the way I came in. Walking away from him is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in all my 24 years on this earth. What did I think was going to happen? He would fall madly in love with me and we would elope and live happily ever after? Maybe not, but I didn’t expect to be a glorified booty call either.

It’s her. I want her. The problem? I’ve always adhered to a strict “no dating employees” rule. Workplace romances are never a good idea. They affect the balance of power—my power. You never know what a jilted lover will do. I’ve never encountered anyone who tempted me to break it… until her.

As I get closer, the sound becomes clearer. It’s a small voice—a woman’s voice—singing Bruce Springsteen’s “Dancing in the Dark”. With a smile, I move around the car. What I find, almost takes my breath away.

Rick McAllister is an absolute dream come true. Tall, handsome, lean muscles, dark, wavy hair, and eyes as blue as the ocean. Not only is he hot, but successful, too. Quite a heady combination. He’s a financial wiz.