Sisters

Jasmine had never felt this way before. She was used to being in control, in charge. But this man, this amazing hunk of a man, had disarmed her with just a look. He was dangerous, he was powerful. Jasmine knew that she would give up anything just to be with him. To be his.

When she had been young, children teased her about her Indian heritage. They had used insensitive accents, bothered her about eating curry, asking when her father was giving her away to a husband. The idea of being given away, of being someone's property, had been disgusting to her. She was nobody's thing! She was a person! She was in charge of her own destiny!

Now that she'd met Sam Redwood, though, she was willing to make an exception.

Neatly folding her blouse and placing it on the ground next to her chair, Jasmine proudly displayed her bra-clad breasts for the man she wanted. The man she wanted to want her.

Of course his assistant wanted him too. Who wouldn't? Jasmine hated her. She hated her so badly. Working so closely with her dream man, this trollop had a head start, and was keeping her from what she wanted. What she needed.

"Ladies," Jasmine's attention snapped back to her target. Now standing up from his desk, she could see that not only was he sexy, he was stylish as well. Black stockings, classy tie, even the detail of flashing his panties with the unbuttoned front of his Daisy Duke shorts. This kind of attention for detail was what she wanted for her company, as well as for a partner.

"Things are getting out of hand here. There's plenty of me to go around."

It was like an epiphany. How could a man like Sam Redwood be satisfied with just one woman? Of course! Jasmine looked up at the assistant, also standing in her bra, and sighed. She didn't hate her. How could she? She was a sister. Joined with Jasmine in a deep, profound love for a beautiful man.

"Does that mean," Jasmine ventured to say, **** in hope, "That you want me?"

"Of course!" her soon-to-be-lover replied, "Amber, go close and lock the door. I think we should finish this meeting with just the three of us."

Fireworks exploded in Jasmine's heart. It wasn't the meeting she had thought she was going to attend that day, but it was so much better. Standing up and walking toward her man, she heard the door click behind her just as she wrapped her arms around him. Their first kiss was so wonderful she hoped it would never end.

And the sound of his assistant slurping on his erection between them only added to the romance.