In the end, my plan is a simple one.There's a bottle of ketchup on the counter in front of Rafe. I don't normally put extra ketchup on my burger, but tonight, I think I'll make an exception. Slowly, I lean forward and across him, making sure my arm brushes against his as I grab the bottle. And when I lean back in my seat, I settle a little closer to him than before. It's not hard - our stools were already pretty close together - but now my hip rests against his. It's not exactly subtle, but I'm not sure I need to be subtle with this one.Out of the corner of my eye, I see him smile. I pour the ketchup on my burger, then lean slightly toward him."Want some?" I ask innocently."Of course." He takes the ketchup from my hand, brushing his fingers against mine in the process in a way that is definitely intentional.My heart flutters. He's definitely flirting with me. I'm not even sure how this happened. Not even a week ago, I would've had my foot in my mouth by now. Instead, Rafe Fon

My need is growing stronger by the second. That familiar desire is throbbing between my legs, and my hips begin to move against Rafe's. His own body mirrors my movements, pushing me rhythmically back against the stall, sliding his stiff arousal against me through our pants.Suddenly his hands drop from my breasts. He grabs my ass - one hand on each side - and hoists me up. I hook my legs around his hips, still grinding against him, still hardly believing how wanton I'm being right now.When he has me pinned against the stall once more, his hands return to my shirt. This time they decide to just be done with the whole thing, and he tugs it over my head."You..." he says hotly, his eyes roaming over my chest, "You are exquisite." He kisses me again, his mouth attacking mine until I'm dizzy, and then his lips drop a little lower. Down my chin. Along my jaw. Over my throat.Unbidden, I remember my lesson with Roman last night and all the things he said about a woman's throat. I didn't

This is it. I'm officially getting fired.I spend the rest of the day trying to distract myself, but it's hard to convince yourself to work when you know the end is nigh. The minutes drag on forever, but the seemingly endless wait still isn't long enough for me to come up with a reasonable excuse for my behavior of the past few days. There is no excuse.I wait until most of my coworkers have left for the day before I drag myself to my feet and march toward the conference room. I don't want anyone witnessing this. No doubt word will spread quickly, but I hope I'm gone by the time people start emailing the video to each other.When I enter the conference room, Roman is, as usual, bent over his laptop. His phone buzzes, but he doesn't answer it. He doesn't look up at me, but he gestures to the chair across from him."I'll be with you in a minute," he says.I don't answer. I just sink into the chair and try to gauge his mood. As usual, his stoic exterior gives nothing away. This is ju

I rub my arms and wander over to the window, trying to sift through my feelings. My body knows what it wants. And it's been a long time since I've had any sort of sex - maybe I should allow myself to have some fun. After all, I almost hooked up with a celebrity in the bathroom of a diner last night. Maybe I'm at the beginning of a new, sexually adventurous stage of my life - shouldn't I explore it a little more before writing it off?But when I glance back at Roman and feel the butterflies flutter in my stomach, I'm not so sure. That incident with Rafe was sexy and exciting - at the time. Today, it feels a lot more like a mistake. Something I'd rather forget about. And Rafe, attractive as he is, doesn't have half the effect on me as the man at the other end of this room. I'm already in over my head. If I allow myself to start something with this man, even knowing that it will just be a fling, I'm only going to end up getting hurt.There. I've made my decision. But as Roman ends his c

For our next lesson, Roman wants to take me to a bar across town. It's right next to one of the big studios, so he says they sometimes get actors popping in after filming. Television actors, for the most part, not any major A-listers - but he claims he wants me to get more comfortable talking to famous men, and this seems like the easiest way to do it.This is the point where I know I should probably tell him about the incident with Rafe, to tell him that I somehow managed to be flirtatious and interesting when it really mattered. That I managed to control my awkward, nervous impulses and capture the interest of one of the Fontaines. But there's no way to mention the progress I've made without also confessing that Rafe and I almost hooked up in the bathroom, or that even now there's a video of the incident making its way around the internet. If I'd managed to score an interview, that would have been one thing. But all I have to show for that night is the hickey I'm still hiding beneat