She ached for decent conversation, the kind that went on around the tables at lunch here at the office. She'd like to go out at night. She'd like to go dancing. She'd like to go to a play or a concert, even just a movie. She never did. Tom would eat dinner with her in silence, then leave the house to go to his favorite tavern. He would return about midnight to fuck her before falling asleep, the smell of beer so heavy about him that it almost sickened her.

"Mrs. Linn," a male voice called from the front of the office. She looked up to see Joe Higgs, her immediate boss, standing with Mr. Forrest, the regional manager and vice-president. Joe Higgs motioned for her to join them. As the girl rose from her desk, the brunette beside her laughed softly.

"Forrest always insists that you take notes of their meetings," she whispered. "I think he enjoys looking at your legs during those conferences."

Sheila ignored what she knew was true. She grabbed up her pad and a couple of pencils, then smiled brightly as she walked up to join the executives. Both pairs of eyes were on her as she walked toward them. They continued to talk to each other, but their eyes thoroughly watched her legs and tits. They smiled warmly as she joined them, then stepped into the conference room. Mendel Forrest casually placed his arm about her shoulders as he ushered her into the elaborately furnished room. Half a dozen other men were waiting. All eyes brightened as the red-haired beauty walked in.

"This is Sheila Linn." Mendel Forrest introduced her. "She's the best we've got in this company. Now, if you can get your minds back on company business, let's get to work."

CHAPTER TWO

Tom Linn had been the high school star, captain of the football team and all-city fullback. Every girl she knew drooled over him, over his dark good looks, over his charming smile.