William

I’ve just gotten here. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. I know myself well enough to know when I’m crushing on someone, and I know that the feelings sparking inside me for that mysterious, towering guy aren’t just because he happened to walk into my life when I was pent up and horny as hell.

Not that he’ll be interested anymore when he finds out I’m a virgin.

My brown hair gets wet and drapes over my shoulder as I lie down in the tub, letting the hot shower water patter on me gently as I just kind of let myself trance out. Putting school first my whole life has left little room for a love life. Yeah, I’ve been on dates, usually with colleagues, but I’ve never made it past making out and copping a feel, and a hand job here and there. And I’ve never considered myself gorgeous, personally, even if the constant hounding from other students and even my professors has told me otherwise.

But Will? He just dove right in — I know flirting when I see it, and he was going after me hard. Is this just how things are on the island? There must not be many other women around, that must be it. But I wonder if that’s enough to keep me away from him. Those thick forearms I could see were fantastic, and I just know the rest of his body must match it — I could guess that much from the way his shirt hugged his torso. God, what I wouldn’t give to fall into those muscles.

As I’m trancing out, I realize my hand has drifted between my legs, and I withdraw it a moment. I just got here, am I really about to do something like this on the university’s dime in a brand-new location?

As much as I fight them, my instincts make my answer for me, and I feel my fingers slowly sliding back to the top of my puffy labia, and I shiver hard as soon as two fingers brush against the swollen nub of my clit.

Wow, just how wound-up are you, Harper?

The tips of my fingers swirl around my clit as warmth from within me swells up, mixing deliciously with the steam and heat of the shower as I press my legs against the cool sides of the tub, my bare feet pressing against the far end as I get comfortable. My free hand goes up to my nipple, and my lips part, a quick, hot breath escaping me as I feel electricity run through my body at the touch.

The second I start touching myself, the girlish fantasies of Will are in my head, and I know it’s useless to resist them. They’re as persistent as his aggressive flirting, and I’m in no place to resist my inner will as I keep stroking myself, feeling tension already building up inside me. I bite my lip as I picture him coming into my trailer with me, those smouldering eyes of his looking down at me as he stoops to enter the little trailer, looking like a giant next to me before he rips my blouse off and seizes my hips…

“Aahh — ahhhh!” I gasp as my first orgasm rockets through me like a lightning strike, over a day of travel’s worth of stress melting away from me and running down the drain with my honey as I feel the first real, blissful smile in weeks tug at my lips. I realize I haven’t even taken my makeup off, and that just makes me feel all the more irresponsible for using my first free moment to touch myself. But I keep going, and I feel my stomach tense and relax over and over again with more ease than I’ve ever known. What the hell is it around here that’s making me so fucking horny?

But I know the answer, and he drove me here.

My legs are nearly shaking from the excitement by the time I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around myself, but I’m ashamed to realize I could go for a lot more if I wanted. But I need to get settled and ready for work tomorrow. I’m surprised to see my phone blinking, and I pad over to it and see a voicemail on it.

Furrowing my brow, I hold it to my ear and listen to the unfamiliar voice.

“Ah, hello, Miss Emerson? This is your driver for the airport, do I have the right number? I’m here waiting for you, but a security guard says you left with someone you seemed to know. Give me a call back. Thanks.”

My eyes widen, and I nearly drop the phone. If Will isn’t a driver...then who the hell was he?!

3

The sound of heavy construction equipment right outside my window wakes me up with a start, and I nearly fall out of my tiny bed, rudely interrupted from the dream I was having that left me with a hand unconsciously drifting between my slick thighs.

I really can’t get Will out of my mind, can I? I’m already pissed because I couldn’t get to sleep easily last night, worrying too much about who he might be and how fucking hot the massive cock between those cut thighs must be.

But the sound waking me up is that of a drill, or maybe a jackhammer, I can’t tell, but whatever it is, it puts me in an even worse mood. I throw some clothes on — just a white shirt, khaki shorts, and a pair of boots good for trudging around in the outdoors, and I throw my hair into a messy ponytail before heading outside.

My jaw drops at what I see. There are at least a dozen workers practically in the research grounds, right on top of the site I’m supposed to be surveying. They’re digging some kind of trench and laying down what looks like metalwork.

“Hey!” I shout, waving my arms as I run up to them, and some of them just give me a confused look. I think they’re genuinely surprised to see someone coming out of the old research station. “Hey, turn the machines off! What the hell are you doing?!” I shout, but the machines are off at the last word, leaving me screaming through relative silence, and my face goes red as a couple of the workers chuckle at me.

“Just doing our jobs, lady,” one of them says.

“You’re on top of a delicate ecosystem!” I protest, stamping a foot, but the workers just exchange glances.

“Look, we’re just making a living, kid,” one of them grunts. “You got a problem with it, take it to the boss,” he says, jabbing a thumb towards a tent a little ways up the road. I frown and start off that direction, suppressing a curse under my breath. I can’t get mad at them, they’re right — they’re just doing their jobs. Probably for some fucking corporate venture capitalist, no doubt.

As I approach the tent, I see signs around a pretty spiffy tent that read Delaney Enterprises, and that just confirms my suspicion, and I groan. That must be why I got this station so easily. Nobody wants to tangle with these industrial fatcats. I sure as hell don’t either, but I need a thesis to present, so I need some peace and quiet for the ecosystem, for fuck’s sake!

“Alright,” I announce myself as I pull back the tent flap unannounced, “I don’t care who you think you are or how many of us students you’ve brushed off, guy, but if you think you’re going to endanger the local ecosystem for some new condos, then you’ve got another thing-”

I stop as I see who turns to look at me, wearing that same damn cocky smile of his, his head nearly brushing the top of the tent. “...coming?” he finishes for me, folding his hands behind his back. “Yes, I was wondering when you’d be coming, Harper.”

My mouth hangs open, and I just stare at him as he steps forward, passing the table full of papers and schematics, towering over me as I feel all my confidence fly away in terror. No. Fucking. Way.

“I told you we’d be seeing each other soon,” he says, and before I can react, he reaches up and takes my chin in a thumb and forefinger, smiling down at me as he turns me about like some kind of piece of meat. “But I’m curious, now that you’ve had some time to rest and somehow look lovelier than before, what do I have coming, precisely?”

There’s a confidence in his voice that makes me feel so insulted, so brushed off, but I still feel my cheeks reddening at the sight of him again, and how easily he commands the situat