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canopy, dresser, desk and chair, bookshelf, two side tables with lamps, an alarm clock and stereo system.
    The walls were white and my linens purple. The floor was hardwood while the ceiling was the textured shit. At night, when I can’t sleep, I imagine picking each spec of texture off there with a pair of damn tweezers.
    Lying back on my bed, I sigh.
    Lord please let me find my happily ever after with Logan. Please.
     
    # # #
     
    I’m standing outside of Ruckers Financial staring up at the very tall building. This was my appointment for the day. Checking my instructions again before entering.
     
    Go to Ruckers Financial. Ask to speak to Jim. Tell them you’re there for the internship position. Your name is Valarie Schultz.
     
    Taking a deep breath, I open the doors and walk inside the building. In front of me sat a large desk with the word Information in big letters across the front. Walking up to the desk, I smile sweetly at the man behind it.
    “What can I do for you?”
    “I’m here to speak with Jim for the internship position.”
    “Name?”
    “Valarie Schultz.”
    He types in something on his computer. Asks for my appointment slip and ID. Then looks up at me.
    “Take the elevator to the thirteenth floor. Exit fourth door on the left. You’ll find Mrs. Hollis at a desk. Repeat the information to her.”
    Following his instructions, I’m soon speaking to a very beautiful woman. She’s checking the computer and smiles as she tells me to have a seat.
    Walking over to one of the chairs, I look around the office space and wonder why they have such a big waiting area. Certainly there can’t be that much traffic in here. Standing, I walk over to look out the floor to ceiling windows.
    The bustling Indianapolis showcased below. It wasn’t high enough that my fear of heights went into overdrive, but it did make me nervous. Stepping back slightly, I look at the sky dancing in color as the sun began to set.  Off in the distance you can just barely make out the track where the Indie 500 is held.
    When I say barely, I mean you have to know it’s there to know what you’re looking at. I’m standing about five miles from the track. With such a built up area between here and there, it seems so much further.
    My house is about three hours away from here. So when Lia told me where I was going today, I threw a fit. It was a very long drive for a fuck. Lia assured me it will be worth it. We’ll see.
    “Miss Schultz?”
    After a few second delay, forgetting that I was Miss Schultz, I turn and face the woman with a kind smile.
    “Yes,” I say.
    “He’s ready for you now.”
    “Okay, thank you.”
    “Last door at the end of the hall. You can’t miss it.”
    “Thank you,” I smile kindly and head in the direction she told me.
    Knocking on the door, I hear a deep bark of come in. Opening the door, I walk into an oversized office. Why do people need offices this big?  When there was more empty space than furniture they could totally size down, in my opinion.
    “Miss Schultz, please close the door,” the man behind the desk says huskily.
    Turning, I do as he asks. Turning back around, he starts walking toward me. Immediately, I have to work to hide a cringe. He’s got to be at least in his fifties. His hair was barely there in a spot on the top of his head, and a little belly that pressed against his dress shirt.
    Yet again, I’m asking myself why I’m doing this.
    “You are even prettier than was described.  Undress, now.”
    Setting my jacket on the chair next to me, I start to unbutton my shirt. Lia had given me strict instructions to not wear panties or a bra to meet him. So, as I pulled my shirt off, letting it fall from my shoulders, Jim was greeted with my double D breasts right away.
    He wasted no time either. His mouth and hands were on them the minute they were exposed. Lia told me that even if I’m not into it, which I’m definitely not, I need to pretend I am. So I toss my head back and make