Chapter Three
RJ caught up with Jennifer Paris in the hallway. He had the strongest desire to put his hands on her rear end and fondle it freely. Did she have any idea the way her sweater dress clung so seductively to her bottom so that he thought he could detect the cleft of her rear when she walked? She was a pro in high heels, the way she clicked them down the linoleum corridor while she swayed that sassy bottom. RJ was having a hell of a time loving her, but lusting after Jennifer Paris was no problem.
“Can I see you in the storeroom, Ms. Paris?” he asked her, trying to sound as businesslike as possible.
“I have an Associates meeting in the library in five minutes,” she said, not missing one step of her brisk pace toward the other end of the building.
“You’re avoiding me,” he said,
