He rapped his massive arms around my body and gave me tight hug. I returned the hug with my hands holding on to his shoulder blades. I didn't want him to let go. I think at one point I pressed my lower half into him as he spoke, cause it was flaring with fire for him.

"Oh Sierra, thank you so much for this, its means a lot to me."

Calm Down!!!! I yelled at myself and he let go, but he kept one hand on the side of my arm and the other went to his jacket pocket, looking down at me.

"You can take my car. Here is my address. The ring is in my nightstand in the master bedroom. You can take it home and have the rest of the day off." He said, handing me the keys to his Camaro and piece of paper with his address scribbled on it.

"Ok sir." I responded and cupped the keys and paper in my hands.

I was going to turn to leave, but he grabbed my wrist before I got a chance to. He gently pulled me back to the position I was at and put his hand to my face.

"Sierra." He said, looking dead into my eyes, with a silent stare.

Oh God please kiss me!!! I screamed in my head.

My eyes were slightly closing waiting for it to happen. He let out a breathe and with a concern look he continued. "Be safe, it's a fast car." With that he let go of me and walked towards his desk.

I turned around with a grimace face and started to curse to myself for being so stupid.

Why do you think he would kiss you?!

Idiot! Shit!

He even mentioned the whole Levi issue, like he would really take me here in his office after knowing that. I did like that idea though.

I walked out to the garage, daydreaming the whole way about being with him in his office and what he would do to me with that massive body of his.

"Mam?" The valet said, popping me back to reality.

"Huh. Yes, Mr. Knul's Camaro, please." I said, handing him the keys. I had to ask them to get the car, since I didn't know where it was park anyway.

"Yes mam, I'll be right back." The young valet responded.

When he came back with the car, my mouth dropped watching it roll up. It was all black, with tinted windows all away around and sounded like a race car. Mr.Knuls wasn't lying about how fast it was. When I got in to drive, I lightly accelerated and the car flew. I got used to it after a couple of miles and started to enjoy the ride.

I got to the beach house and was amazed at how high it was. I guess he lived in the upper part of a beach complex. It took me a long time to walk the three story structure, but once I got up I had the most amazing view of the ocean. His deck was the entrance to the house, with a sliding glass door to the front.

I fumbled through his keys and found the matching one for the door. I noticed he must be a clean freak with how spotless it was. His furniture looked like a women decorated it. All of it was in light colors. I felt like I walked in to a Better Homes Magazine, with center pieces and flowers set up.

There were 2 bedrooms. One room was really small with only a twin size bed in it. His room on the other hand had a California king size bed, with two night stands on the sides It also had its own master bathroom.

I went to the night stand that had an alarm on it, thinking that had to be his side of the bed. When I opened it, I noticed other items were in there, besides the little box I was supposed to take.

I was curious, so I moved things to get a better look. He of course had condoms, candy, gum, cologne, and small flashlight. Those were all normal items a man should have of course, except for a small gun shoved in the corner. I started to think about what kind of danger I might actually be in after seeing that.

I took the box without opening it, strolled out and lock the glass door behind me. I started to walk down the steps when I saw a women coming up from below. I couldn't see her face, but I had a feeling it was Cristy.

Shit!!

I looked around for a different route, but there wasn't one. So I decided to go back into his house and play dumb. I went strait to his room. Hid the box under the mattress, got undressed real quick and jumped into his bed under the covers.