*** CALLUM I couldn’t concentrate. I was sitting in an important meeting -- one of the most important of my career -- involving the takeover of a struggling online delivery service called Arrive. The deal had the potential to be worth hundreds of millions of dollars. It was the exact kind of deal that normally would have sent adrenaline rushing through my body, the kind of deal that would make my mind race and cause me to live at the office as I sacrificed sleep in the name of success. But all I could think about was her. “Wilder,” James Billings, one of my executive officers, a highly intelligent and gifted man, if a little intense, barked through the speakerphone. He was in Seattle, on site at Arrive’s company headquarters, while I stayed here to meet with the executives in the New York office. “Can you sell off the shipping and receiving division, replace it with something bigger?” “Yes,” I replied easily, as if I’d been paying attention the whole time instead of preoccupied with a woman I’d vowed never to see again. My mind ran over her body, remembering her skin, the plumpness of her lips as I sucked them into my mouth, the taste of her tongue, the smoothness of her pussy, which she’d obviously gotten waxed in order to please me.
