The Virgin Intern

By: Penny Wylder

She raises her glass to me, "Well, you can start right now, because he's heading this way." Then she's gone so quickly I've completely lost her in the crowd.

I turn around to find Charles approaching me. "Hello," he says in a voice as rich as chocolate, "My name is--"

"Charles Saxon." I finish for him. "So I've been told."

He chuckles, "Well, I'm glad we had an opportunity to meet. I'm very much looking forward to working with you."

"I am too, Mr. Saxon. However, given the circumstances, I think it's best that we set some ground rules."

"I'm sorry?"

I take a final sip of my drink and place it on the table. "I'm familiar with men of your type--rich, powerful, and egotistical. I know that you may be used to women falling at your feet, especially women that work for you, but I want you to know that I expect our relationship to be entirely professional. Your reputation proceeds you in that department, so I thought it would be better to get any awkwardness out of the way now."

The look on his face is at once terrifying and gratifying. I think I may have gone too far, but there's no going back now. He clears his throat. "Well then." He says, and the richness of his voice vibrates through me. "Is there anything else I should know?" He raises an eyebrow, and I feel all the blood in my body rush to my face.

Oh god, what did I just do? "No. No I don't think so. If you'll excuse me, Mr. Saxon, I must be going. I'll see you in the morning."

I walk away before he can say anything else to me, and I leave as fast as I can without it looking like I'm running away. Because boundaries are one thing, but that...that was something else all together.

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