Back at home in my apartment that evening, I looked through the folder for the dozenth time. Pete Wilson, of all the people in the world, was involved in something borderline illegal and I was going to get to be the one to bust him for it. At least I was going to get to be some part of whatever brought him down. It was going to be sweet to watch and for a moment I chose to forget about what kind of karma I might be inviting by delighting in this schadenfreude. It would serve him right for what he had done to me.
Ten years earlier, I stood looking at myself in the mirror, hardly believing what was about to happen. I, Penny Saxs, was going on a date with a gorgeous guy at my university. Pete Wilson wasn’t just any good looking guy either. He was one of the smartest, coolest guys at school, a popular athlete, and he was so successful already. He was basically everything anyone could dream of being and had his eyes on the prize of starting a business straight out of college. He was going places and he knew it. So did everyone around him.
We had been in a chem lab together, but he never noticed me then. Since I was just a freshman and he was already a junior, I was bound to get ignored by someone like Pete. I had taken a lot of advanced placement courses in high school and landed myself in several upper level classes at the university. It wasn’t really the sort of thing I thought would catch Pete’s eye, but something about me did because he had asked me out on a date toward the end of my freshman year and I found myself standing in front of the full length mirror in my dorm room, attempting to make myself look presentable for a date.
I hadn’t been on any dates the entire year. In fact, my last date of any kind had been to my senior prom and that was a bust as well. But when Pete asked me out it was like something out of a movie and I couldn’t believe my luck.
Everything about the date was perfect to start. He took me out for dinner at a nice restaurant, he asked me all kinds of questions about myself, we took a walk in one of the parks by the university and he walked me back to my dorm just in time for us to step in out of the rain. Pete had offered to see me to my door and there was no way I was going to turn that down, so we hopped in the elevator and headed up to the seventh floor.
We had only made it up a floor or two when the elevator stopped and everything went black. The lights came back on after a second or two, but we were still there, stuck in the elevator. Pete pushed the emergency call button a few times, but there was no luck. We were stuck somewhere between the 2nd and 3rd floors.
Pete said something about it maybe being fate. He started telling me how he felt about me, how he had been admiring me for so long and felt so lucky that I had agreed to go out on a date with him.
Then he moved in to kiss me and it quickly turned into something more. I was lost in the passion of the moment, hardly believing that this was happening to me. I was
making out with Pete Wilson in the elevator, we were stuck and it didn’t look like help was coming, and for all, I knew I was about to lose my virginity right there on the floor.
“Tell me you want me,” he whispered into my ear as his hand kneaded my breast.
“I want you…” the words came out half breathless.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” he said, his voice never getting any louder than a whisper.
And I told him, in graphic detail, exactly what I wanted him to do to me. I might have forgotten the words if it weren’t for the events that followed because we were so caught up in what was happening—or rather, I was caught up in what was happening.
When I’d said all I was going to say and felt Pete’s hand between my legs and his hard cock through his jeans, pressing against my hip, he whispered again.
“In your dreams.”
The elevator whirred to life and suddenly we were zooming up to the 7th floor. Pete backed away with an expression I couldn’t really read, but I was sure he must have been proud of himself. I was too shocked and broken to register much beyond the ding of the elevator doors as they opened and I ran to my dorm room, never looking back.
Even now, ten years later, it was hard to think about the events that had occurred at the end of my freshman year of college. I tried to push it all out of my mind and not dwell on the worst of what had happened…because it had gotten so much worse after the date. That even hadn’t been what made me change my life—no, the changes I had made were more about myself and what I wanted to be. Health was important to me and I had done a lot of hard work at the gym over the years working to create the body I knew I had in me. The only moment of vanity I had was the nose job to fix the bump in it from when I took a nose dive on the soccer field when I was a kid. The braces had come off too, eventually, leaving a straight, perfect smile. I had better control of my hair and my makeup was always on point. Now, I looked at my reflection in my bathroom mirror as I readied myself for bed. My body was hot as fuck and I could have any man I wanted. I would walk into that club and Pete Wilson would never recognize me. This wasn’t the Penny Saxs he might remember.
Chapter 3
Pete
“Your one o’clock will be here shortly,” the receptionist buzzed back to my office. I surveyed the surface of my desk, checking for…what, I wasn’t sure, but I wanted everything to be perfect. I believed in the club and the product we were selling, but part of that was my personality as well. This was a prestigious, well-known men’s magazine coming in today. I didn’t know if they were going to get any shots of my office, however, it was going to be ready in case they were planning on it. We were already on the map and well-established, but an endorsement from a publication like this one could be the sort of thing to legitimize us in the public eye.
There was a knock at my door and soon a secretary appeared, leading a young woman into my office.
She strode toward me confidently, almost so bold as to knock me off balance purely from her demeanor, and she extended a manicured hand to shake in greeting.
“Mr. Wilson, I’m Penny Saxs. It’s great to meet you.”
I nodded and smiled. “Good to meet you, too.” Fucking hell, was it ever. “Have a seat and make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything?”
She shook her head and some of her long black hair fell in front of her face before she tucked it back, revealing crystal blue eyes. What a fucking treat this was going to be. I had expected a dumpy, balding man, not a Grade A piece of ass. This woman looked better than half of the girls we had working the floor here at the club, basically the caliber of women I liked to pick up. I knew then and there I was going to fuck her. Maybe not today, but eventually I’d have this woman screaming my name so that everyone in the office could hear it.
I took a seat behind my desk, suddenly aware of the growing bulge in my pants and not wanting to frighten her off too quickly. Her lips would be wrapped around it soon enough.
“It’s been a while since I last did one of these. We usually leave them to Neil. He’s the charmer.” I winked and thought I saw her roll her eyes, but she smiled politely.
“Well, we want to get the story from the horse’s mouth, as it were. You are the founder after all. Why don’t we start there,” Penny said as she pulled a notebook out of her bag and set up a digital recorder. “You don’t mind if I record this, do you? It’s just so I have something to refer back to.”
I waved my hand nonchalantly. “You’re more than welcome to record our conversation.”
Penny smiled a breathtaking, sparkling smile that made me want to grab her and kiss her. She was coy in a way and I could tell that she was the sort to play hard to get. We would see how long she could last around me.