Part 3The Best Hunters Often Appear as Prey

When I clocked in at the office, my coworker Sophia pulled me aside.

"Emily, where have you been? Listen, we got a new boss who just transferred in. He's super hot and seems really nice, polite and refined. Just looking at him gives me motivation to work! Too bad you didn't see him right away."

Sophia and I are both in the planning team. She has a wild imagination and loves exaggerating everything.

Any decent-looking guy who isn't hideous gets labeled a hottie by her.

She probably spots about eighty handsome guys a day, so I didn't take her description seriously.

But that afternoon, when I saw the boss she was talking about, I froze.

The face I had fantasized about countless times was right in front of me.

He seemed to notice my stare and glanced my way, but he didn't greet me. He didn't recognize me.

Of course, to him I was probably just the little neighbor girl.

I tried to comfort myself, making excuses for him, but my heart still ached.

The moment I saw him, it felt like a fire ignited inside me, burning all the way until I went to bed.

Predictably, I dreamed of him again.

In the dream, he used the hand I had once caught him with to stroke my lips, then my neck, my chest, and finally down to my stomach and into the warmth between my legs.

He kissed my neck while guiding my hand to his hard, throbbing length. I rubbed the raised veins pulsing with excitement, my face burning.

The size was far superior to anything I'd seen in adult videos. My mind went blank; all I wanted was to feel him inside me.

I craved being filled by Ethan Harper.

I knew it was a dream. I'd had this kind of dream too many times to count. In dreams, I was always bolder than in real life.

I leaned down to kiss his erection. His hand pressed on my head as he called my name in the same voice I heard at the office that day.

"Emily, suck harder. That's it, baby. I love you, Emily."

Amid his words of love, I brought Ethan to climax.

Ding ding ding.

The alarm shattered the fantasy and dragged me back to reality.

I lingered in the world with Ethan for a long time before remembering today was the blind date.

Everyone has a refractory period after passion. When I was clear-headed, I hated myself for being like this.

I showered as usual, put on my new white sundress, and applied subtle, elegant makeup.

I have the innocent look that's popular these days: fair skin, slim, youthful. At 24, people often mistake me for a high schooler.

Thinking of what my mom said on the phone.

It was probably time to open my heart and start a normal relationship.

In the tenth year of using Ethan Harper as my fantasy, I decided to say goodbye to the Ethan in my heart.