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they seemed to be life-giving.
    “Come on with me, CJ,” he said. “I have an early meeting, but they’re just going to have to wait. I’m the boss, after all.”
    I wasn’t quite understanding. “Why are you going to be late?” I asked him.
    “Because I have to make sure that you get home safe and sound,” he said. “So, we’re going to your place, with my driver. And then I’m going to walk you into your apartment.”
    Relief started to flood through me. He wasn’t going to just let me walk out the door and find my way home after all. He was more of a gentleman than that. And I wasn’t going to have to face the bus and subway.
    So, we took the elevator down to his lobby, and we got into his waiting limo. This wasn’t that bad, as the limo was parked right in front of the building, so I didn’t have to contend with being in the outdoors for too long. It was still difficult, but I talked to myself the entire way, and, before I knew it, I was in the warm limo with Asher.
    “Oscar,” he said to the driver. “We need to go to SoHo before taking me to work.” He looked at me, and I gave him my address. Oscar nodded his head and drove off the curb and into traffic.
    Since I was in an enclosed space, I was able to relax on the way home. Even so, Asher held my hand the entire way. He also put his arm around me and stroked my hair softly. “You’re doing great, CJ,” he said. “We’ll be to your home soon.”
    His intimate gestures were once again causing me confusion. Last night was awesome, of course, by far the best sex that I have ever had. Mind-blowing, in fact. The grace that Asher used in moving he displayed in bed, and he knew exactly what spots to hit to make me spin wildly into orgasms.
    But that probably would be it, I would imagine. I didn’t think for one second that I would ever see him again after he dropped me off at my apartment. He certainly wasn’t the type of guy that I had ever pictured myself with, that was for sure. In my limited romantic experience, I pretty much chose losers. Or they chose me. Most of them had no ambition, so I ended up paying for dinners and such. Not that I had the money for that, either. And almost all of them cheated on me. I had gotten good at tracking that down, too.
    So, Asher, with his CEO position and evident opulent wealth, would never go for a girl like me in the long-term. I just had to look at the previous evening and night as being one fun night of non-stop mind-blowing fucking and leave it at that.
    While I loved that he was holding my hand and whispering comforting words in my ear, I really wanted him to stop. I was in severe danger in becoming attached to this guy, and that was one thing that I didn’t need. What I did need was to focus on myself. Getting better. Becoming stronger. Leaving my trauma behind me. I certainly couldn’t afford to get derailed in my hopeful recovery by a fly-by-night man.
    Finally, we were at my apartment. I held out my hand. “Thank you so much, Asher, for everything.”
    He shook his head. “No way. I’m walking you to your apartment.”
    “You can’t,” I said. “We’re double-parked.” At that, a car honked at the limo and somebody yelled out the window for us to “move it.”
    Asher shrugged. “I’ll pay the ticket if there is one. But I need to make sure that you get into your apartment safely. Now move it.”
    I got out of the limo, and Asher was immediately on the sidewalk next to me. My heart was constricting, as usual, but I had to admit that having Asher right there next to me helped out a ton. A shit-ton.
    I put one foot in front of the other, and soon I was in my lobby safely. I let out a huge sigh of relief, knowing that I had made it home without having a break-down. I also mentally patted myself on the back. See, CJ? You’re stronger than you think after all.
    I turned to Asher. “Okay, I’m in the building. I think that I’m going to be okay.”
    He shook his head. “I’m walking you