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Carrie Derosa slammed her desk drawer shut and picked up her jacket and purse. The day had been long. Much longer than usual, with two clients who wanted reassurance on every item in their portfolio, then more assurances after that. She couldn’t exactly say she blamed them. In a down economy, everyone from the couple with penny stock portfolios to corporations responsible for other people’s money wanted to know their investments were safe.
And Carrie prided herself on not only having great rapport with her clients but also keeping on top of an ever-changing situation so that her assurances were based on real information. After two years in her present position, she’d acquired a valuable list of clients, attracting them and their money and earned herself several very nice bonuses. But the last few weeks, with an unstable stock market, had been taxing and tiring and she needed some time for Carrie.
Oh, yeah. Time for Carrie. With who? She’d immersed herself so deeply in her career trying to make herself the golden girl and attract the attention of her very, very sexy boss her social life had virtually disappeared. Carrie sighed. Her date life, and subsequently her sex life, had been woefully absent lately. Too much work with too little energy left over. She could barely remember the last time she’d got laid. And wasn’t that pathetic? She needed to do something about that.
She’d been spending too many nights by herself with one of the erotic romance novels she loved to read, a selection of her favourite battery operated toys and no one to give her an orgasm but herself. And fantasies about her boss. Drew Magellan was so far out of her league, she wasn’t even on the same planet. She needed a reality check for sure. Women like her only wound up with men like Drew in fairy tales, and she’d long ago stopped believing in them.
A glance at her watch told her if she hurried home and changed she had enough time to call her friend, Lora, and talk her into a pizza. If Lora didn’t have other plans.
Taking one last look around, she flicked off her office lights and closed the door. One more day marked off at Magellan Enterprises, one day closer to her vacation. And god, could she use it. Maybe she’d meet some hot hunk who’d want to have wild monkey sex with her, and she could work off some of this unresolved sexual energy buzzing around in her system.
Maybe two hot hunks!
Now there was a thought. She had two friends who swore that a ménage situation was so over the top it was mindblowing. Plain sex would never be the same for her again.