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Personal AssistantThat night, Melanie dreamed of him. His startling green eyes, vibrant oceans of color washing over her and demanding her to be swept into their unforgiving tides. His lips, luscious and soft, kissing her soul as well as her mouth. A sharp rap at the door stirred her from her blissful dreams, and she opened her sleep-rimmed eyes hesitantly, not wanting to disrupt the savory images and thoughts tucked away safely in her mind. She reluctantly opened the door, and was once again faced by Clay. He looked at her wordlessly. "Can I come in?" "What time is it?" He checked his watch. "Almost two in the morning." Melanie's brows furrowed. "Can this wait?" "No, it can't." Clay replied forcefully, shoving his way inside her room and wrapping his strong arms around her, leaning down to nibble on her soft neck. "Melanie... I've been lying in bed thinking about you, wishing you were with me... It's been too long since I've made love, I need you..." She pushed him away, disgusted. "You know, for a little while there, I actually trusted you. You kissed me and nothing more... And I liked that. You didn't try to sleep with me the second you had the chance." Staring up at him accusingly, her eyes were murderous daggers. Clay looked taken aback. "But... You feel something for me, I know that." Melanie shook her head. "I did... Not anymore. I'm not attracted to men who try to take advantage of me." His ears reddened, and he glared at her. "Do you realize that I have my pick of thousands of women, and I chose you? You're really going to turn ME down?" She threw her head back, laughing openly at how ridiculous he was. "Oh my God, you are such a fucking prick that it's pathetic." Clay looked stung and froze for a second, then grabbed her roughly and dragged her to her bed, holding her down with one hand and trying to rip off her flimsy nightshirt with the other. It was almost completely removed from her body when she kicked him hard in the groin. Slumping to the ground, he let out a pitiful yelp and began moaning and clutching his manhood in agony. "Oh God... It hurts... Oh God..." Gritting her teeth, Melanie resisted the urge to kick him a second time. "Get. Out. Of. My. Room." She snarled. Wobbling blindly to his feet, Clay stumbled to the door and left, closing it behind him. Lying back on her bed, she willed her shallow breaths to steady. She wouldn't cry. She wouldn't let herself cry. Turning over on her side, she prayed for sleep. That bastard.
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