Virgin's Fantasy

by Kayla Oliver

  “I just needed a junk food day,” I told her defensively, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m allowed a junk food day.”

  “Your version of junk food is margaritas.”

  “They have so many calories!” I whined.

  She put her hands on her hips and fixed me with a hard stare. “Seriously, what’s going on? This is definitely not normal-you behavior.”

  I pursed my lips together. I did not want to talk about Harvey. At all.

  “I just needed a little me time,” I told her, hoping to dodge the truth.

  Marnie’s arms shifted until they were crossed over her chest. “Nuh-uh. I don’t buy it. What’s going on?”

  I ran through a list of plausible answers, but there were none. She knew me too well. Any lie was going to fly like a lead balloon, and damnit, it meant I was going to have to give her the truth.

  Letting out a heavy sigh, I bit the bullet. “Remember I told you I had that date on Friday?”

  “Yeah, sure.” She paused. “Wait, is that what this is about?”

  I nodded.

  “Jesus, did he not show?”

  “It’s a little more complicated than that.”

  She stood there, waiting, lifting her eyebrows to show her impatience.

  “He showed… It’s just… it wasn’t who I was expecting.”

  “Was he hideous?” she guessed sympathetically.

  “No. He was Trent Harvey.”

  She blinked several times, her expression blank for a long moment. Finally, “What? I’m confused. Harvey showed up for his agent’s date?”

  I shook my head. “No. There is no Malcom Resner. Trent Harvey doesn’t have an agent.”

  Her mouth turned down in a frown, deepening each moment as the truth began to sink in. “Wait. Are you saying… Malcom Resner is Trent Harvey?”

  I nodded.

  “You’re saying that you’ve been seeing Trent Harvey? My fucking client?”

  “What? No! I mean, yes, sort of. I didn’t know it was him, and we weren’t really seeing each other. It was all through text messaging and phone calls.”

  She threw up her hands dramatically in true Marnie fashion. “You spoke to him on the fucking phone, and you couldn’t tell it was him? Jesus, are you stupid?”

  And just like that, I felt my features harden. Stupid? No, I was a lot of things, but I was not stupid. “Excuse me? I told you I didn’t know. I haven’t exactly had a lot of interaction with Mr. Fucking Harvey.”

  “He’s got a pretty distinctive voice, don’t you think?” she threw back at me. “Jesus, you can’t mix business with pleasure like this, Court! Just look at yourself!”

  “I’m sorry, are you telling me not to mix business with pleasure? At least I didn’t knowingly sleep with the fucking enemy!”

  Marnie’s eyes narrowed and I felt a moment of regret. It was quickly replaced with renewed anger, however, when I remembered that she’d basically called me an idiot. Fuck her and her feelings.

  “At least I was smart enough to know who I was sleeping with. I always thought you were the smart one, Court, but now I’m starting to think you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing.”

  “Get. Out,” I told her plainly.

  Anger rippled through me. I wanted to wring her tiny little neck until her freckles turned purple and her eyes rolled back in her head. She didn’t have the right to say shit like that to me. She was supposed to be supportive, like a good friend. Instead she comes here and personally attacks me.

  I wasn’t having it.

  When Marnie didn’t move, I stomped over to the door, threw it open, and yelled, “Get the fuck out!”

  A second later I realized the pizza delivery guy was standing on the other side of my door, prepared to knock. But it didn’t matter. Marnie marched to my door and left, shoving past the delivery guy and not giving me so much as a backward glare.

  There was an awkward moment of silence before the delivery guy asked, “Is this the right place?”

  I paid him quickly, then shut the door. Suddenly, I wasn’t so hungry. I threw the pizza on the counter, then stared at the TV. My best friend, I decided, was a complete and utter bitch.

  How did my life get this tangled up?

  Chapter Seven

  Marnie

  I glanced at my wristwatch. It was exactly thirty minutes after eight, and I was resigning myself to the fact that Courtney was not coming in today. After our blowout yesterday, I wasn’t all that surprised.

  “Goddamnit,” I muttered to myself.

  There were several manuscripts spread out on my desk—none of which belonged to Trent fucking Harvey, which did not help my mood—and I hadn’t done more than glance at any of them. My whole life seemed to be in shambles, a patchwork of poor luck, but I tried to remind myself that a lot of good things had happened recently, too.

  I’d made partner at S&W Publishing, which I’d been gunning for for years.

  I had a sexy new boyfriend who got my panties in a twist for all the right reasons.

  And whenever Harvey got around to giving me his damn manuscript, I’d be editing one of the next bestsellers.

  So what if there was a hiccup with the manuscript and Courtney was being a pain in my ass? These were minor bumps on my road to professional success and happiness.

  There was a knock on my door, and a moment later it opened. Dorian, my sexy boss, poked his head in. “Hey, Marnie. I hate to interrupt, but there was no one outside to let me know if you were busy.”

  I winced. “Uh, yeah. Courtney’s taking another sick day.”

  His eyebrows rose high on his usually smooth forehead. “What? Is she okay? I mean, does she have Ebola or something?”

  “That’s what I said,” I replied dryly.

  “I don’t think she’s taken a sick day since the start of the company!”

  I nodded. “She hasn’t. I think she just needs a couple of days.”

  Dorian’s eyebrows may have lowered to their normal positions, but his full mouth was carefully tugging downward into a frown. When I didn’t add anything more, he shoved his hands into his trouser pockets and asked, “Is something going on?”

  I tried not to wince. “What do you mean?”

  “It seems like everyone’s on edge. Like there’s something in the air.” He paused, then asked, “Is there?”

  I hesitated. The last thing I wanted to try and explain was what had been going on with Courtney and Harvey—or with myself and Callum. Although Dorian was a good guy and a great boss, I highly doubted he would be okay with me sleeping with his longtime rival, Callum Reid. The two had been at each other’s throats since the development of S&W Publishing. It was as much between S&W and Tarvish Press as it was between Dorian and Reid, but there wasn’t much I could do about any of that. They had different views on how the publishing world was supposed to work, and honestly, I tended to side with Dorian.

  But I was sleeping with Callum, meaning I wasn’t exactly impartial about the whole thing.

  Ultimately, I said, “I don’t know about everyone, but… well, there’s a little bit of drama going on between myself and Courtney. It’ll all blow over, I’m sure.” I hoped, anyway. “She just needs some time.”

  His expression eased slightly. “Is this about a guy?”

  This time, I did wince. “Um, yeah. It is.” I didn’t tell him who or how things had come about, because regardless of any arguments we were having now, Courtney was still my best friend, and I wouldn’t throw her under the bus.

  Dorian nodded sagely. “I figured. Well, if Courtney needs some time off, she should take it. As much as she needs. God knows she’s saved up enough vacation time to take the next year off.” He grinned at me, then winked. “I’d rather have her well rested and in fighting form than upset and doing a poor job. She’s a great employee.”

  I smiled small but nodded. “Yes she is.”

  “Send her my best, and let her know if she needs anything, I’m there for her, 100 percent.”


  I felt some of the tension in my body ease, and I considered telling him about Callum. It was on the tip of my tongue, but it wouldn’t quite roll off. I caught myself several times and ultimately couldn’t bring myself to disclose the truth: I was screwing the enemy.

  “How are things with Trent?”

  I froze.

  What? Who said anything about Trent? Holy shit, did I just fuck this up?

  My mind came up with all of the ways that I’d just cost myself and Courtney our jobs until finally it clicked.

  I was Trent’s editor.

  It was the damn reason I made partner.

  Dorian was asking for a status update.

  Strangely enough, despite the fact that I had no damn manuscript, I felt a little better. He didn’t know what was going on with Trent and Courtney—whatever the hell it was—and that meant he definitely didn’t know what was going on with me and Callum.

  Everything was fine.

  No problems.

  I laughed a little. “Trent’s a pain in my ass, but I’m sure it’ll all work out.”

  Dorian beamed at me. “That’s what I want to hear. I have faith in you, Marnie McKenna. You’re gonna do great things.”

  Chapter Eight

  Trent

  I stared at my manuscript, which constituted a blank white page. Again. Everything I attempted to put to paper turned into a load of crap that I ultimately erased. Hell, a couple of times I’d printed that shit out just so that I could crumple it up and toss it into the wastebasket. As a result, I’d filled up my wastebasket and I still had a blank manuscript saved on my computer.

  Not exactly encouraging for a writer, much less one with a deadline looming.

  I leaned back in my chair and groaned. “I’m screwed. Utterly screwed.”

  There was a knock on the door just outside of my little writing corner. My office, studio, whatever you wanted to call it. The place where I created my little worlds.

  I glanced over toward the door and saw Sarah leaning in the doorway. She followed the rules dutifully, keeping her entire body officially outside the room, the threshold of the door untouched. Although I loved and adored her like I might a little sister, she wasn’t exempt from the rules of my workspace.

  No cell phones.

  No TVs.

  And no guests.

  “What’s up?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.

  She shrugged her delicate shoulders. She was a petite thing, kind of willowy, and pretty after you’d been looking at her for a little bit. Sarah was one of those weird girls who was more attractive the longer you saw her. She didn’t grab your attention and drag you into her world. Instead, she invited you in with soft hair that was always pulled up and a long neck that was unadorned, eyes that weren’t outlined by anything but her eyelashes, and lips that were full but almost colorless.

  Pretty, but not pretty in the way that you expected a woman to be pretty. Instead, she was subtly beautiful.

  I promised myself silently that the next female character I needed, it would be Sarah. I hadn’t used her yet, but it was only a matter of time. Eventually, I would need that perfect character, and she fit the bill.

  “I couldn’t help but notice that you were groaning in frustration,” she told me, then sipped at the coffee mug in her hand. I envied her for that damn mug.

  “How do you know it was frustration? Maybe it was orgasm. I could have been masturbating for all you knew.”

  She raised a single, thick eyebrow at me. “Doubtful. Rules state that you cannot have internet in here, nor can you have videos on your computer that might distract you from your work. I daresay big-titted ladies fucking each other counts as distracting.”

  I grinned at her. “Such a dirty mouth. Hardly appropriate for such a pretty lady.”

  She snorted. “Please. I don’t do appropriate unless absolutely necessary.”

  “I don’t do porn unless absolutely necessary.”

  Shaking her head a little, she grinned at me. “Whatever. I just came up here to invite you out on the town.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean a little dancing. Maybe some drinking. Just get out of the house. You’ve been cooped up in here practically banging your own head against the wall in an effort to find some kind of inspiration. I’m beginning to think it’s not all that effective.”

  My mouth pulled down in a frown. Normally, I didn’t like going out partying when I had so much work to do. I was a party animal by nature in a lot of respects, and God knew I loved my women, but I was also a hard worker. The manuscript was part of my profession, and the idea of partying when I hadn’t finished it didn’t sit quite right with me.

  But I also knew that sitting here cooped up all night staring at a blank screen wasn’t doing me a lot of good.

  After mulling it around in my head for a moment, I finally decided to just go for it. “You know what, fuck it. You’re right. I need a break.”

  I would like to say that it was only a need to get my mind off the manuscript that swayed my vote, but the truth was that there was something else weighing heavily on my thoughts.

  Or someone else.

  Courtney hadn’t texted me back. Or returned a single call. Or email. She might as well have just dropped off the face of the planet. I hated that she wasn’t talking to me.

  After we’d fucking connected. I knew we did. That date went phenomenally. And the kiss was spectacular. I knew it was. She felt it, too. She had to. And now… now she was just being stubborn. I knew if I could just get her to answer a damn call, she’d melt and give me another chance.

  Which was maybe why she wasn’t answering her phone.

  “Great!” Sarah’s face lit up, telling me that this wasn’t just a night out for my benefit. Reining in her excitement, she cleared her throat and tried to be casual when she asked, “Do you think Callum might join us tonight?”

  I smiled at her sympathetically. Her painfully obvious crush on Callum had been going on for years, and I’d be remiss if I didn’t try to quell it. Not only had it been a guaranteed never going to happen before, but now he was dating Marnie and it was highly unlikely that he’d leave her for Sarah. Especially since he thought of Sarah much the way I did: like a damn sister.

  “Honey, I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

  She lifted her shoulders like she didn’t care, but I saw her face fall. “Oh, well. That’s fine. Whatever.”

  I let out a sigh. “Sarah, I think you should probably just let Callum go at this point, don’t you?”

  Her cheeks burned bright red, but she tried to play dumb. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Unless he’s planning on some damn trip, then I really don’t know what you mean.”

  I rolled my eyes and stood. I walked over to her, placing my large hands on either of her shoulders. “Really? That’s how we’re going to play this?”

  She pursed her lips together.

  “And I think planning a trip is possibly the lamest playing ignorant in the history of playing ignorant.”

  She spit her tongue out at me and pouted. “I’m not playing anything.”

  I lifted my eyebrows at her pointedly. “Really. Could have fooled me.”

  “Well, you are easily fooled.”

  “Which doesn’t mean you’re doing a good job at fooling anyone.”

  “Because I’m not trying to fool anyone!”

  I let my hands drop, then shrugged. “Sure. Whatever. Just remember, he’s got a girlfriend now.”

  “Oh, so what? Girlfriends come and go all the time. Casual dating is a thing. You of all people should know that.”

  “My, aren’t we defensive,” I said cheerily.

  She made a frustrated noise in her throat, stomped her foot like a petulant child, then stalked off. “You’re an ass!”

  “You love me!” I called after her.

  She waved a hand at me in acknowledgment, both to let me know that she still thought I was an ass, but also that s
he did, in fact, love me.

  “Give me ten and we can go!”

  From down the hall, her voice came back and said, “I need at least twenty, so keep your damn pants on.”

  I grinned and shook my head. She was a sweetheart, and she put up with so much. I could only hope that she’d move past Callum and find someone real in her life. Someone who would treat her like the queen she was.

  Until then, I’d just have to do my best to look out for her.

  Chapter Nine

  Courtney

  It was day two of my lounging when I got another phone call. I say another, because I’d been receiving a fair amount of them in the last day and a half. Marnie. Trent. Elizabeth. Even Dorian had called. It was a little insane. Elizabeth was the only one I’d answered. She told me that I was doing the right thing by taking a stand and resisting temptation, which endeared her further to me. The others I’d let go to voicemail. I now had so many messages that the inbox was full.

  I promised that I’d go through the messages later. For now, I was going to enjoy my day.

  Except that it was Marnie calling, and I was feeling shitty after the way we’d left things the previous day. Not that I wanted to sing “Kumbaya, My Lord” and all that, but I wouldn’t have minded making up with my absolute best friend.

  So I made the mistake of answering the damn phone.

  “Hello?”

  “I’m surprised you answered,” Marnie said dryly. Based on the bite in her tone, I was willing to bet she was still angry.

  Well, two could play at that game. “I was bored. It was an eenie-meanie-miney-moe-type game, and your number was the moe. Guess I lost that one.”

  There was a pause, then steel as she spoke again. “I’m calling to inform you that you officially have a nonnegotiable vacation for the next week. Officially, to recoup, but I’m telling you flat out. This is a vacation to get your shit together.”

  Shock went through me. Nonnegotiable vacation? Wasn’t that like a sabbatical? Wasn’t it the type of thing that they made crazy professors take when they were on tenure and couldn’t straight-out fire them? Wasn’t that what police officers got when they were obviously guilty of a crime but the department didn’t want to look bad?