I still vividly recall how much it felt when Jocelyn passed away, and I don't want to let anything similar to occur once again.

Since then, all the women I've fucked have been after me for my money, and even at this early stage, I can tell Mary isn't one of them. She may not be as foolish or naive as the other twenty-two-year-olds in the world, but I am also aware that she is not the kind to engage in sex without being at least somewhat touched.

It won't be simple, but all I have to do is find a way to perceive Mary only as my secretary.

Mary three years later

In addition to being tremendously enjoyable to spend out with, they are also Erice and never catty.

But what happens when erotica writers decide they need to give you a surprise birthday party?

"I believe I'm returning home-"

Being the devoted best friend that she is, Francesca just starts laughing as her mentor Elaine issues a directive. "Young lady, stop right there!"

I'd want to ignore the older lady, but I was brought up by an old-fashioned aunt who instilled in me the value of respecting the elderly, so I grudgingly turn around to see that dozens of guys are once again glaring at...me.

Have compassion, Lord.

"Do you know how much I paid for this place to be rented?" Elaine shouts.

My brows crease. Since it's peak hour on a weekday and this is the rooftop pool of a five-star hotel, I'd say-- "That was a rhetorical question," the elderly man says. My point is that I put a lot of effort into making this happen.

"What is this exactly?" I wretchedly inquire.

You recognize those guys, right?

"Yes, I did see them." Since the most of them are wearing swimsuits, I'd prefer not to glance in their direction again.

Elaine blusters, "I hired a speed dating agency for this event, and all thirty of them are here to ask you out."

My mouth drops.

Alice gives Francesca a nod. "You can take her to change right now."

I exclaim, "But--" "It's time for you to spread your legs--"

"Wings," he said. The malicious sparkle in Alice's eyes tells me she meant what she said the first time, despite the fact that she corrects herself quickly. Sara Lauren, you're already 26 years old, she remarks arrogantly. The moment has come for you to find a partner.

"But I don't want a boyfriend," I object.

The question "Why not?"

I'm already in love, that's why!

That's also true, but I also realize that if I spoke it out loud, Alice and Francesca would simply keep asking me who I'm in love with. I shrug and reply clumsily, "Just because."

Alice averts her gaze. Is that the best you can manage?

I firmly state, "My motives are irrelevant. The fact that I don't--is what counts.

My companion is told by the elder lady to "take her away, Che-Che."

"Alice, hurry up!"

I keep saying how absurd this is all, but my best friend-turned-traitors simply begins taking me to a private cabana.

Just make her laugh, Francesca implores. She made an extra effort to make this for you, I must say.

I counter, "I really do appreciate her efforts, but isn't this too much?"

"When Alice learned that you were still a virgin, she was just incredibly worried-"

"Che-Che!" Despite the fact that the elder lady is like a second mother to both Francesca and me, I've never spoken to Alice about my V-card. The question is, "You told her, didn't you?"

Francesca grinned sheepishly. Sorry, that accidentally slipped.

"Yeah, that's right!" How did discussing another woman's virginity "slip" into conversation?

My buddy makes an apologies gesture by clapping her hands together. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.

What about those guys? I awkwardly interrupt her and inquire. Do not inform me that they are also aware of-please.

The expression on the face of my best buddy tells it all.

"Oh, my God."

I don't tend to use exclamation points every few lines, but when I consider that all of those folks now know that I have no experience with sex, I suddenly find myself saying, "Oh my God."

Winces Francesca. "Sorry."

I moan, "This is going to be the end of me."

It's not necessary, Francesca replies abruptly. I squint my eyes at her and say, "I mean, it's just five minutes--" "What do you mean, five minutes?"

My buddy explains, "Each man gets five minutes to talk you up. "So, five minutes, thirty guys-"

I'm already calculating the numbers in my head as Francesca pulls out her phone, and the result makes me sigh once again. Che-Che, two and a half hours! That's 150 minutes of having to speak with males.

But after tucking her phone back into her shorts' pocket, Lucia just stares at me in astonishment. "I always overlook how intelligent you are."

"Not the point here," I snarl.

Lucia exhorts, "Let's just think positive." "Don't you think it would be better if we could finish this up sooner?"

I don't want, however. When I observe Lucia removing a variety of recently acquired swimwear from one of the cabana's built-in cupboards, I had to stop talking. What is it used for?

Lucia smiles. They're all so lovely, aren't they? They were purchased for you by Alice.

I stare in fear at her. "She must have spent a fortune on them!"

Lucia gives me a startled expression. "Do you know the brands?"

"I used to purchase-" When I realize who I'm speaking to, my mouth immediately closes, but it's too late.

Crossing her arms across her chest, Lucia. Was what I heard accurate? You already made this purchase?

"For myself," I immediately lie.

"Oh, really?" you ask. Lucia's grin is a little too endearing.

I make a beeline for the assortment of swimsuits Lucia has arranged on the bench. "Should I put one of these on?"

Are you attempting to alter the topic?

I ignore what she says and seize the first one-piece I come across. I airily say, "Off to change," but as soon as I step inside one of the cubicles, I quickly pull out my phone and send a text to Mike, who is now both my employer and the guy who swept my best friend off her feet in a passionate relationship.

Just to let you know, I sort of unintentionally said to Lucia that I used to purchase swimwear for your previous mistresses.

Me: I'm sending you our address in case you want to make a scene.

I pressed Send and, after a little pause, I said, "Sir."

I'm not sure whether he'll arrive in time, but whatever. My superiors are now in a crucial meeting with the Emir Sheikh of Ramil and his American queen.

I convince myself that I tried my best.

It's not like I intended to reveal his history to his wife.

Right?

When I exit the changing room, Lucia still seems eager to question me about Mikeolaas, but I have already left the cabana to feed the wolves and submit to Alice's plans before she can even speak.

I return, I reply glumly.

Alice laughs. "Stop pretending you're about to undergo torture."

But this is torment, I mumble to myself.

Oh, quiet. I'll request that the agency send another thirty this way if you keep behaving like a baby.

Since I know Alice isn't the kind to pull a fast one, I swiftly reply, "Now that I've had time to think about it, you're right, this isn't torture, and I'm so ready to find the love of my life among them."

"Ha!" However, Alice continues to chuckle, and I sigh in relief in the background.

Alice grabs my hand, and I obediently comply as she forces me to sit on a throne that seems to have been plucked off the set of a beauty pageant.

They'll approach you one at a time, and you may chat about whatever you like, Alice says. You don't even have to keep track of their names. You may easily call them out on video since the whole event is being recorded.

When Lucia sees me start to object, she looks across at me and shakes her head in caution.

Just go along with it, she says.

I hunch my shoulders.

Oh, okay.

Alice is well-intentioned, but I need to keep in mind that she was the one who gave me the greatest support when my aunt passed away from a heart attack four years ago.

So long as this is how I can make amends to her.

Five minutes, thirty guys.

That's not so horrible, is it?

It's like I'm the star of my own dating show, similar to The Bachelorette, and even though I know I ought to be fortunate and thrilled about everything-"Are you ready?" Asks Alice.

"Yup." I feign a grin even though the prospect of spending any time with anybody other than Stone Sandra makes my heart already flutter.

I tell myself, "Let's just get this over with."

I really try not to draw comparisons between the first guy and Stone as he advances forward.

Just give him a chance, Mary.

After two and a half hours, I finally say goodbye to the last "candidate" feeling fatigued and a bit overwhelmed. There were a few I genuinely enjoyed talking to, enough to give them my number when they asked for it, but--

The way my heart hasn't raced the entire time tells me that it still belongs to Stone, and a quiet sigh escapes me as I make my way back to Alice and Lucia.

Now that it's just the three of us, I take a seat next to the ladies, who are both sipping margaritas on the chaise lounges.

"Well?" Alice requests. Did any of these appeal to you?

I honestly state, "They were all Mikee."

Alice is displeased as Lucia grimaces.

I insistence, "I mean it. "They were all really Mikee--"

Alice adds grumpily, "Don't say any more." "Damning them with faint praise once is more than enough."

Oops.

Lucia looks at me curiously. "Did you really not feel attracted to any single one of them? Not even the tiniest bit?"

I slap my forehead. Lucia may be my oldest and closest friend, but it's just not my style to talk about the guy I like. And especially not now, with Lucia married to Stone's best friend.

If the other woman were to ever know the truth, I'm pretty sure she'd put her matchmaking hat on faster than I can say 'no', and she'd keep throwing Stone and me together until I end up getting fired...or worse, having Stone look at me with pity.

Ugh.

I tremble at the mere concept, and I get the horrible feeling that my grave has been trodden. I quickly leave the table and return to the cabana where I plan to change into something warmer.

As I unlock the locker to get my clothing, my mind goes back to Stone.

Three years later, I'm still utterly in love with him.

I had assumed that I could live with my sentiments being one-sided, but ever since Lucia and Mike got married, I've started to feel restless and hopeless.

I sometimes have this insane temptation to rush Stone's desk and demand to know the truth for all eternity. Do you really not consider me to be a woman?

I'm desperate to know the solution, but I'm also afraid of hearing it. I want to believe in Mike and Lucia's love tale, but...can I, really?

Perhaps Alice is correct, and I need to attempt finding a lover to determine whether my emotions for Stone are only a case of protracted infatuation.

I wiggle out of my one-piece with a groan, but as I'm about to get up, I hear the cabana door open, and as I turn around, the first thing I notice is a person in a black suit.

Wait a second.

I look up and see a sculpted jaw followed by a set of recognizable violet eyes.

I realize too late that I am standing in front of him absolutely nude as soon as his gaze descends.

Stone

The only time my pal and I bump fists and smile at each other is when we're in the elevator heading down to the foyer. This is our largest deal for the year, and if all goes according to plan, we'll be able to work with other Middle Eastern monarchies as well.

We exit the elevator together, and I cast a quick look her way. "Can Lucia come to dinner with us tonight?"

"Actually..." Mike's face is filled with agony. "Can we celebrate instead next week?"

I am shocked when I glance at him. Has anything changed? Since establishing our business about ten years ago, we've always had supper after each significant sale we conclude. Mike is typically a strong believer in traditions.

"Mary," you say.

"Mary?" I'm, to put it mildly, confused. There isn't a single thing Mary could do that would cause the business problems; she is the ideal secretary.My wife learned how Mary used to purchase Aimee bikinis.

Even I am surprised by this, so I don't even try to hide my annoyance.Our secretary is Mary, Mike. She shouldn't purchase anything for your mistress-"

Mike responds defensively, "She just had to do it twice, and I only asked her to do it because I knew they'd become friends.

It was still not in her job description.

Mike adds irritably, "I know it isn't. And although I am aware that it is insufficient, I did afterwards apologize to her.

I say to myself, "You shouldn't have asked her to do something like that in the first place."

Mike averts his gaze. "Stop acting like I somehow corrupted her. It's not like I ever informed her my size and asked her to get condoms.

Do you remember? I snarl.

Saying "Jesus, no!" Mike's voice is irritated. And believe me when I say that even if I did ask her to do that, she wouldn't care.

Mike comes out as quite confident about this, which irritates me.

I murmur, "You seem to know Mary very well."

Mike responds, "She's been working us for three years. Even more outrageous is the fact that even all this time, you still hardly know her.

I'm smart enough to know better than to ask her to purchase anything fucking unrelated to work.

In spite of this, "And yet, I'm betting you have no idea it's her birthday today--have you?"

Fuck.

My lips form a tight seal together. True, I was unaware that Mary was celebrating her birthday today, but I had a good reason for it.

I've learned over the last three years that the only way I can stop myself from having fantasies about fucking Mary is to only perceive her as a secretary. I don't care about anything that isn't related to work, and I'm doing this for her benefit.

"Damn." When he sees me, Mike shakes his head. "You weren't sure, were you?"

I tuck my hands deep within my pockets. Mary is undoubtedly competent enough to not care.

Mike averts his gaze. She is still a human person, and everyone enjoys being recognized sometimes.

I answer coldly, "I'll give her a bonus then."

You may come along with me tonight when I crash her party, or even better.

Is she throwing a party?

Mike frowns, tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Do you still remember Alice?"