Finding You by Kaydee Scott

older gentleman she honestly didn’t know if she would be able to get through it.  He was at least forty years older than she and the idea of his thick hands touching her made her want to vomit. 
    Patting her on the ass in front of the men he was talking too he smiled back at her.  “I’ll have you in my room in fifteen minutes.”
    She ran to her room to prep and headed back down the staircase that she was supposed to stay away from.  The corridor was dark which was perfect for members and staff who were entertaining but it wasn’t meant to use as an access.  She should have gone the other way but she didn’t.  Emotionally she was a mess, clearly she wasn’t thinking straight.
    Leaning against the wall, she took a minute to straighten herself out.  She would do this, it was her job she repeated over and over in her head.
    “You are breaking the rules.”
    She turned abruptly at the sound of his voice, his words startling her. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
    He walked in close enough to her that she could feel him breathing on her neck. 
    “Thank you for helping me.”  Her voice was barely above a whisper.
    He pushed his face into her hair.  “Don’t make me out to be any better than what I am Nova .”
    Out of all the things he said, it was her name that cut her the most. “How do you know my name?”
    “Your clock is ticking,” he said ignoring her question.  “Lucky for you, he will finish quick.”
    She turned to him.  His crudeness pissed her off.  “I seem to remember you didn’t last so long yourself the first time.” 
    He grabbed her, his hand tight around her neck.  “I have already made myself very clear on what your behavior will be with me, do I need to remind you?”
    She gasped for breath.
    “Afraid to talk now?”
    His sweet seductive eyes were crazy.  Where had the man gone who had made love to her so passionately?  Where was the man who sought to keep her safe? 
    The sound of someone coming up the hallway made him step away from her.  “Enjoy your date.”
     
     
    She was off again until Thursday.  She skipped one of her classes and spent the better part of her first day alone bathing.  Over and over she scrubbed her skin trying to get the horrible feeling of what she had done off of her but no matter how hard she scrubbed she couldn’t make herself feel clean.
    Wednesday night she was on the verge of breaking down.  The profound guilt she was covered in just wouldn’t wash away.  Thankfully he had passed out before it came to sex but every time she thought of him touching her, and how he made her touch him she would go back to the shower and try to wash herself clean.
    What aggravated her most was the fact that she had never felt that way with Seven.  She should have.  In all regards he had done far worse to her than the other customer but somehow she still wanted more of him.  It made no sense.
    Needing some fresh air, she put on her tennis shoes and grabbed her wallet.  She needed to get outside to clear her head.
    She gasped as soon as she opened her door. 
    “You and I have some business to discuss young lady.”
    Before she could do anything Stanford grabbed her by the arm.  “Make one fucking sound and I will break you.”
    He walked her downstairs and straight to an awaiting black Town Car. 
    He didn’t speak the entire drive back to Boston.  Once the car stopped in front of a hotel he got out and she followed him. 
    Once they arrived in his pent house suite finally spoke. 
    “Have a seat Nova.”
    She sat down across from him at the dining table.  The more distance she could put between them the better.
    “Certainly you can imagine my extreme distaste with you right now having made me fly all the way up here to straighten you out.”
    She shook her head to acknowledge him.
    “I have had days to decide what punishment best suited you but I can’t think of one single thing to make this right.” 
    She sank down in her seat.  She couldn’t