“I refuse to let my life be ruled by some jerk on a sick power trip.”
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I woke the next morning with excitement coursing through my veins. I thought for sure the flirting between us the night before would have me wracked with nerves, but I was happy to think that Mr. Stone’s emails somehow removed some of the fear from my mind and replaced it with a thrill at our possible ventures on Thursday.
With all this pent-up energy, I decided to go for my morning run, pacing my breathing to the beat of Kings of Leon.
I’d never been much of a runner. I usually ran only about a mile or two at a slow pace. But I enjoyed the peace and tranquility of just the pavement and my music, while my blood pumped through my body, renewing my strength and making my muscles tingle.
A nervous tickle itched t
