Wreckless Dream

At 8:03 am I sat down at my desk in the room next to Mr. Carter's. I opened and replied to all emails that were sent over the weekend. Finishing the last one, I heard my door open.

Entered the most handsome man I have ever met. His suit tightly snug on him. The light hit his face perfectly. His jawline could cut paper.

The one and only Mr. Carter.

"Good morning Miss Owens."

"Good morning sir."

He walked over to my desk and leaned against it facing me. "You remember how I told you I would be asking favors of you?"

I nodded and said ,"yes."

He smiled. "Good. I have one for you."

He stood up and went behind my chair and grasped my shoulders lightly with each hand. He lowered himself until his mouth was close enough for me to feel his warm breath on my ear.

"This one is a little more personal."

He quickly turned the chair around so I was facing him.

I could feel my whole face go pink. He smirked.

"Don't be nervous. There's no need to be."

He leaned in. And so did I. Our faces were only a couple inches apart.

"Close your eyes." My eyes immediately went shut.

I could feel him coming closer. And closer. Until he spoke once more.

"Wake up."

And so I did.

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I woke up to see my bedroom. My tv. My cat. My closet. But not Mr. Carter. Disappointment flooded me.

"You got to be kidding me."