Forbidden affair with my billionaire tycoon

Half asleep. Half awake. Unaware and confused. I hang like this for a moment, yawning, and trying

no words, just a blank chalk board. All I can do

reality sinking in. This is me right now. My mind still spinning with flickering and fading images of a blurry dream. I can't even remember

onto my back, and stare blankly at the ceil

the wall beside me. It's morning. That I know for sure. I blink a few more times,

orted. Squinting harder, they slowly begin to form. Eight-thirty. . .

ashed in the face with ice cold water. E

the blankets off like they're on fire. "Damn, damn, damn." The w

last thing I need to happen with this job. I've only been at Reeves and Company for a few weeks, not nearly long e

rab the wall and keep my balance. I tuck the blouse into the waist of my skirt, and quickly slip my feet into the red heels beside the closet door. There's no time to

feel panicked. I hate being late to anything, but especially when it's something important

as the doors close. I'm shoulder to shoulder with other passengers. The air is hot and thick. I can smel

. I can't move much deeper into the car. I turn sideways, and squeeze between the standing bar and the fir

le with my purse, pulling out a small, round compact of foundation. I pat it across my nose and over my forehead, dulling the shine caused by the hot subway. A little lip g

the tiny mirror, I think

shoulder of the woman beside me, and then stumble back

Today is just going to be one of those days. I can feel it. The air is t

tream as we all walk in the same direction, like salmon traveling upriver. The sun hits me as I reach the

much later than I t

of Eighth Avenue. I'm lucky it's nice out today. May in New York City can go either way. It