We figured he was with the girl from HR, didn't we." Well, whatever. His life. He was never really good at hiding it." Yep. I don't care if people che...t, but he was stupid about it," she said. "He grabbed my ass once in the boardroom." I didn't know that was an option." Not for him," she said, with the obvious flirtation behind it."Oh yeah? Just for the guy you've got on the side?" I wish," she replied."Well, if ever I can be of service," I said."You would sleep with me?" She asked. We danced. I didn't move it away.He reached for the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Like I said, I work out pretty regularly, and I've got a nice tight stomach and pecs that are smattered with dark hair, quite a contract to Allen's smooth and sexy body. He ran his hands down my chest and I did the same to him, finally resting my hand on the boner in his shorts.Without a word, Allen stood up in front of me and slipped off his shorts. Of course I was immediately focused on his dick -. If there is one thing that I have learned for sure, despite being a lifelong history buff, is that history is always a half-truth, thus partially a lie ... especially THAT version of history.So, anyway, it’s best to go back to the beginning of the story, right? Mom always told me never to read ahead, advice that I only sometimes followed, but that’s another story. She was right in one sense, the one that matters here. You can’t fully grasp how things are now until you know how they came to be.. What kind of hint is that? Oh! It's me! I'm his ... That dork! I'm going to knock him on his ass again. I entered 'Hillary.' Incorrect password. What? Oh. I hated what I was going to enter next. When he's ticked at me, he calls me BroomHilda, like that witch in the Sunday comics. It worked. I'm really gonna knock him on his ass.In case you missed the memo, my brother and I are not at all alike. I'm a good-looking, willowy blonde. He's a dark-haired dork. All right. To be fair, he's not ugly or.