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Authors: Lexi Larue
needed to get to bed.
After performing my nightly ritual of washing my face, brushing my teeth, and checking my locks three times, I slipped under the quilt in my full-size bed and enjoyed the comfort of its warmth. I made sure my alarm was set and only then did I allow myself to reflect on the night. After years of keeping to myself, I had just spent two nights in the arms of one of the most powerful men in Chicago. And he wanted me to be a permanent part of his life.
As much as I loved being with him, I had a feeling he would change his mind once he found out about all of the baggage that came along with being in my life. Tears welled in my eyes as I realized that no matter how much I wanted him, happily ever after was not a reality for me. I drifted off to sleep on a tear-soaked pillow, wishing to every saint and star that my luck might change.
When my alarm sounded with one of Harter's stations early the next morning, I pounded on the snooze button. I wanted to stay under my covers and keep everything just as it had been the night before, but I knew I couldn't afford to miss a day of work.
After a quick shower, I pulled my hair back into a messy knot and added a headband with rhinestones to dress it up. I put on a pair of black wide-leg pants with a white blouse decorated with tiny black flowers. My feet were still killing me from the red shoes, so I put on low-heeled black boots. A simple silver bangle on my wrist completed the outfit. A touch of mascara and some lip gloss made me look fresh and awake, and I headed out the door.
Since I had stayed in bed too long, I didn't have time for coffee. I walked into the lobby of Harter Communications with just seconds to spare before I was late. Brielle greeted me with a smile and looked like she was full of information.
"Hey, Allie! I missed you yesterday morning. We had the best time at the club the other night. There were so many single, good-looking guys there. The only thing missing was you! Speaking of hot guys, have you had the opportunity to feast your eyes upon Jackson Harter, CEO? Aren't CEOs supposed to be 50-something-year-old men who love to golf and are on their third wives?" I couldn't believe she got all of that out in one breath.
"I'm glad to hear you had such a good time. I got in early yesterday to get started on some work for Joe. As for Mr. Harter, yes I have seen him. He is quite handsome."
"More like scorching hot! I swear sometimes you are an elderly woman trapped in a young woman's body. Live a little, girl!"
"Oh, I think you do plenty of living for the both of us, Brielle. See you later!" I could hear her giggling behind me as I made my way to the safe haven of my little cubicle. My message light was blinking on my phone as I settled in, turning my laptop on.
I picked up the phone and punched in the code for my voicemail, expecting to hear Janet or Joe on the other end. I was shocked to find out who the message was really from.
"Good morning, beautiful. I just wanted to start your day on a good note and let you know that I can't stop thinking about you. I hope you're thinking of me, too. See you soon."
I smiled in spite of myself, happy to hear Jackson's voice. He figured out a way to speak to me without everyone in the company knowing what was going on between us. I deleted the message and hung up the phone, a little bit distracted but ready to take on whatever the day had in store.
Janet stopped by a little while later with some research she needed me to do for Joe. He was nervous about the changes that were coming down from the top, and he needed all the help he could get. I threw myself into the job completely, only stopping for a short time to grab a sandwich and a water from the street vendor out front.
By the time 5:00 came, I was exhausted. I hadn't even had time to think about Jackson, and I hadn't laid eyes on him all day. I gathered up my purse after shutting down my work station and headed to the elevator. This time there
After performing my nightly ritual of washing my face, brushing my teeth, and checking my locks three times, I slipped under the quilt in my full-size bed and enjoyed the comfort of its warmth. I made sure my alarm was set and only then did I allow myself to reflect on the night. After years of keeping to myself, I had just spent two nights in the arms of one of the most powerful men in Chicago. And he wanted me to be a permanent part of his life.
As much as I loved being with him, I had a feeling he would change his mind once he found out about all of the baggage that came along with being in my life. Tears welled in my eyes as I realized that no matter how much I wanted him, happily ever after was not a reality for me. I drifted off to sleep on a tear-soaked pillow, wishing to every saint and star that my luck might change.
When my alarm sounded with one of Harter's stations early the next morning, I pounded on the snooze button. I wanted to stay under my covers and keep everything just as it had been the night before, but I knew I couldn't afford to miss a day of work.
After a quick shower, I pulled my hair back into a messy knot and added a headband with rhinestones to dress it up. I put on a pair of black wide-leg pants with a white blouse decorated with tiny black flowers. My feet were still killing me from the red shoes, so I put on low-heeled black boots. A simple silver bangle on my wrist completed the outfit. A touch of mascara and some lip gloss made me look fresh and awake, and I headed out the door.
Since I had stayed in bed too long, I didn't have time for coffee. I walked into the lobby of Harter Communications with just seconds to spare before I was late. Brielle greeted me with a smile and looked like she was full of information.
"Hey, Allie! I missed you yesterday morning. We had the best time at the club the other night. There were so many single, good-looking guys there. The only thing missing was you! Speaking of hot guys, have you had the opportunity to feast your eyes upon Jackson Harter, CEO? Aren't CEOs supposed to be 50-something-year-old men who love to golf and are on their third wives?" I couldn't believe she got all of that out in one breath.
"I'm glad to hear you had such a good time. I got in early yesterday to get started on some work for Joe. As for Mr. Harter, yes I have seen him. He is quite handsome."
"More like scorching hot! I swear sometimes you are an elderly woman trapped in a young woman's body. Live a little, girl!"
"Oh, I think you do plenty of living for the both of us, Brielle. See you later!" I could hear her giggling behind me as I made my way to the safe haven of my little cubicle. My message light was blinking on my phone as I settled in, turning my laptop on.
I picked up the phone and punched in the code for my voicemail, expecting to hear Janet or Joe on the other end. I was shocked to find out who the message was really from.
"Good morning, beautiful. I just wanted to start your day on a good note and let you know that I can't stop thinking about you. I hope you're thinking of me, too. See you soon."
I smiled in spite of myself, happy to hear Jackson's voice. He figured out a way to speak to me without everyone in the company knowing what was going on between us. I deleted the message and hung up the phone, a little bit distracted but ready to take on whatever the day had in store.
Janet stopped by a little while later with some research she needed me to do for Joe. He was nervous about the changes that were coming down from the top, and he needed all the help he could get. I threw myself into the job completely, only stopping for a short time to grab a sandwich and a water from the street vendor out front.
By the time 5:00 came, I was exhausted. I hadn't even had time to think about Jackson, and I hadn't laid eyes on him all day. I gathered up my purse after shutting down my work station and headed to the elevator. This time there
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