June’s P.O.V.
It was now a week later, and I was on my way to what was to become my most endearing moment so far: making love to a woman I had never met before. I was doing this purely to please my randy fifty-five-year-old filthy rich boss, Ryder. Now that I was promoted as his personal secretary, I was getting a huge pay rise and a gleaming metallic silver BMW convertible.
I was driving to his favorite uptown business haunt, the six-star Ritz Hotel, where he had hired a lavish private suite for me to meet Diana.
My heart was already racing as I gripped the leather steering wheel. The convertible top was down even though the night air was cool, because I wanted the wind to tease my skin the same way I planned to tease everyone else that night. I was a d**k teaser by nature. I always ha
