Chapter 1

Holy shit! So much has happened in the last year. Dad retired, and I'm CEO. I have three sisters and we are all named after months of the year, as per our bio dad's eccentric note, and it's the best thing ever. We've met up a few times this year already since they are all loved up and in various stages of pregnancy, I've decided to take over their list of men January and Oliver determined our anonymous sperm donor could possibly be. January, February, and March are just about the coolest sisters a girl could have too. I have no doubt in mind that what we've found in each other is exactly what I've been missing.

As for work, I've got my new PA, who is great. He and I get along well, and he anticipates my needs before I do. Without him, I wouldn't have been able to meet my sisters, so I'm grateful. Now, Ken is just…hot. I know, with everything that happened with Jonathan and his assistant, Lisa, I shouldn't even think about it, but I can't help it. He makes me feel things I've never felt before. At twenty-two, I've never been with a man. All I've done is one fumbling, humbling, horrifying experience of Seven Minutes in Heaven with Bobby Showalter at Ginny Henson's thirteenth birthday party. My first and only kiss resulted in my and Bobby's braces getting stuck together, so I'm not entirely sure that counts if you're bleeding. Luckily, we had the same orthodontist who came to my house to unstick us. Dr. Lowenthal never let either one of us forget it. Neither did anyone in class right through graduation. Back to Ken, I find myself fantasizing about him all the damn time. It's annoying. My panties are always, always, always wet. He crowds my space. His cologne fills the room; all I want to do is climb him like a tree.

"April?" he asks, coming into my office, interrupting a particularly dirty fantasy of him under my desk eating my pussy. I frown, upset at being pulled from the erotic moment.

"Yes, Ken?" After two days of Ms. Van Houten this and Ms. Van Houten that, I told him to call me April. Besides, I wanted to hear my name on his lips often. God, I'm sick.

"Are you available for a quick word with Kevin?"

"Who is Kevin?" I ask, confused.

"The CFO's assistant."

"Right. The mysterious CFO. Sure. Send him in." I don't know what my parents were thinking. A work-from-home CFO is the dumbest idea I've ever heard. How do we know they are doing anything they say they are, let alone doing it right? I've never met the man, but my parents always rave about him. It's so annoying.

"Hello, Ms. Van Houten."

"April," I say, gesturing to one of the two chairs in front of my desk. "Have a seat."

"Thanks. I'll get right to it. I know you're a busy woman." That's right. I am. Busy daydreaming about getting railed by my fine-as-hell assistant.

"Of course."

"Mr. Roman would like to change payroll systems effective next quarter. He's partial to PayGen. Would you prefer a presentation on how it functions, or will a memo do?" Who is this guy? I don't need either, but he looks so geeked out at the idea of a presentation I think I'll put him out of his misery.

"A presentation, Kevin. Say next month. I'm going out of town, which should give you plenty of time to prepare. See Ken on the way out to get something on the books for the first week in May."

"Of course, thank you, Ms… April."

"You're welcome. Thank you for stopping by. Oh, and tell Mr. Roman I want him at that presentation as well."

"What?" he asks, looking shocked, though I have no idea why.

"Mr. Roman should be there as well. He's the one that wants to make the change. He should tell me why in person. His emails always seem so… harsh."

"Um… I'll let him know."

"Great. See you both then."

Nearer to five, I grab my purse, ready to head out of the office, but stop by Ken's desk on my way to the elevators. I almost gasp when he looks up at me. The look in his eyes is like fire, like the fire coursing through my veins straight to my core.

"Ken, I need you to clear my schedule for the month. Please set up a virtual meeting for anything that can't be moved, and I'll take care of it while I'm away.

He didn't say anything; he just stared at me, making me self-conscious. It takes everything in me not to fidget with my clothes or hair.

"Why do you need this much time off?" he finally asks rather belligerently, setting something off in me.

I'm the boss. He's my employee. Who does he think he is? I put my hands on my hips, ready to give him hell, then his eyes flash and my pussy floods. This isn't going to end the way I want it to; I can already tell.