True Confessions by Electa Rome Parks Page B

thrill and excitement of it all. Perhaps, it was doing things that were not in my character that made me give in to him. Maybe the fact that Drake was my superior had something to do with it, or was it that he brought out a sexuality in me I didn’t even know existed?
To my credit, I will admit that during the preceding week, I debated back and forth whether I’d show up at the appointed time. To be honest, I could have easily gotten out of it by telling my manager that my workload was too heavy. I purposely avoided Drake by not venturing into our lobby area during lunch, not even to take care of personal matters. I literally camped out in my cubicle and hoped that he wouldn’t call. Every time an internal call came through, I prayed it wasn’t Drake.
I was totally confused over what had happened. My feelings flip-flopped back and forth. One minute I was flattered that he liked me, the next I wondered, did he really like me or did he think I was some sort of whore for what I let him do to me? One thing I was sure of, I was very attracted to Drake. Probably more attracted to him than any other man I had ever met. It didn’t help that word had gotten out about him on my floor and my coworkers were constantly making comments about the sexy new manager upstairs and what he could do for them.
Basically for seven days my mind was in a total state of chaos. My emotions bounced back and forth like a tennis match. When Friday finally arrived, I still wasn’t sure what my final decision would be. I had picked up the phone several times to cancel our meeting and make up some excuse as to why I needed to. However, there was just something about Drake that drew me to him. I couldn’t stay away until I learned and experienced more.
At my designated time, I found myself taking the elevator up to his floor. As requested, I was dressed in a casual skirt and top. I don’t know why Drake made that particular request, but I obliged him. As usual, I knocked on the closed door, and heard Drake’s sexy voice requesting that I come in. I took two deep breaths, because it was now or never, and stepped into the office of the man who, in the months that followed, I would blindly love and follow.
“Hi.” I smiled timidly. Being in Drake’s presence brought out all my insecurities. I always wondered if I looked pretty enough or was intelligent enough. After all, he could have his pick of women. Why choose me?
“Hey, Kennedy. Give me a minute,” he stated in a direct, professional tone. He hadn’t even looked up from his paperwork.
“Take your time.” In my nervousness, I found myself playing with a strand of my hair and biting down on my bottom lip.
Drake, dressed in a pair of linen pants and button-down shirt, looked very serious today. There was no indication of what had gone down only a week earlier. This day, he was Mr. Professional. I was beginning to think that I’d imagined the entire incident; maybe it was an erotic dream.
Drake proceeded to pull out the final stack of reports and place it next to me on the desk. We were in our usual position: me sitting at his desk, in his chair, and Drake alternating between sitting on the edge of his desk or standing up behind me.
“Looks like we can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel,” he said.
“Looks that way.”
“Kennedy, you’ve been a great help.”
“Really, I’m just doing my job.”
“I must say I’m going to miss your company. Where have you been keeping yourself this week?” Finally. He was giving me his undivided attention.
“What do you mean?” I asked as he walked up behind me and glanced out his window, overlooking the city. Without turning around in my chair, I sensed him checking me out.
“I usually see you in the elevator or catch a glimpse of you in the lobby, but this week I didn’t run into you. I looked for you. I hoped to see you. Seeing you, even for a few seconds, always makes my day. You’re a breath of fresh air.”
I blushed. “Oh,