Secret Obsession by Olivia Linden Page A

ears he began to whisper to her.
     
    "Damn, I can't wait to get you home."
    "Is that so?"
    "Yeah. I have the sudden urge to lick your pussy until you scream."
    "Finn!"
    "And then I want you to ride me. Nice and slow. Push your tits in my face so I can taste those pretty nipples. Suck them until you come."
    "Really?" She feigned shock, but her body pressed that much closer to his as he continued his dirty talk.
    "Then, I'll flip you over. I love hearing you moan my name while I'm looking down at your pussy milking my cock."
    She raised an eyebrow. "Let's go."
     

     
     
    Before Raven knew it, the summer was winding up to a close and she had some decisions to make. When she left Pennsylvania, she had left the option to go back open ended. Just like she told her father, taking the extra classes at the local community college would give her enough credits to make up for the classes she dropped. She was ready to enroll into her senior year for the fall semester. Now she had to choose. Go back to Pennsylvania, or stay in Texas.
     
    Her father approached her with the question sooner than she was prepared to answer it.
     
    That afternoon Harry asked her to cut out of work early so they could have dinner together. Just them. Finn had driven Dorothy to Austin to see his aunt who was still in the office, and they would be gone for a few days. She spent the hours leading up to their date destroying her manicure and bouncing her leg nervously against her chair leg. Not even the monotony of filing could calm her nerves. She was quite sure what he wanted to discuss, but she was certain it wasn't anything she wanted to.
     
    She was packing up her workstation when Doug propped himself on the edge of her desk.
    "Hey, Ray."
    "That would be Raven." It wasn't the first time she'd corrected him on that. The only people who were allowed to call her Ray were her father and Finn.
    "I thought that was your nickname?"
    "It is. For my father."
    "And Finn Walters."
     
    Raven stopped shuffling the papers on her desk and glared at him.
     
    "Excuse me?"
    "I thought it was a name that close friends could call you. Aren't you two, close?"
    "I don't know what you're talking about Doug. Was there something I could help you with?"
    Doug chuckled, a fake sinister sound that made Raven bristle with annoyance and trepidation. Why was he talking about Finn? She wanted to ask a million questions, but didn't want to do it and have her father walk in on them.
    "Well, since you're always too busy for lunch I wanted to ask you to dinner. Unless you're seeing someone."
    Her stomach dropped, after it did a few flips and dips. She began to feel lightheaded. Doug was trying to make trouble for her. But she wasn't going to let him blackmail her into a date that would never happen.
    "No thanks, Doug. Whether I'm seeing someone or not isn't any of your business. I'm not interested."
    "Well are you seeing someone?"
    "It's none of your business. How’s your girlfriend?"
    "Because I saw you and Finn at the Dust Lady and it kinda looked like you two were more than 'friends'. If you know what I mean."
    "Doug, I would prefer if you didn't discuss–"
    "I don't mean to step on Finn's toes, I figured I could show you around town and it might help our working situation if we hung out."
    Raven felt like she was in a nightmare. Doug had cut her off and raised his voice because at that moment, her father was walking out of his office into their work area. He wanted to make sure Harry knew what they were discussing. She was so angry she felt like bursting into tears. After punching Doug in the nuts, of course.
     
    "Is everything all right out here?"
     
    Her father's tone was dead serious as he glared from Doug to her and back.
    "I was just –"
    "Doug was just being stubborn and not taking no for an answer. I've been in town long enough and don't need any help finding my way around."
     
    Raven forced a smile as sweet as a bee-infested honeycomb. She didn't care if it looked