I didn’t stop moving until I was locked in the bathroom. I couldn’t make the same mistake twice. The door jiggled moments later. I placed a hand on my chest, afraid my heart would jump out. My back dug into the sink, and my free hand gripped the porcelain.“I know you are in there, Beth.” Mouth sealed, I said nothing. “Please, Beth. Come on.”There was no way to tell how much time had passed since the jiggling stopped or Waylen left. My phone was in my purse, so the girls wouldn’t have been able to contact me. I had to go before they got worried. I exited the bathroom. The hall was empty. There was a corner leading to the interior, and I had a feeling he was waiting for me there. I looked behind once, scared to leave my sanctuary.On getting close, voices caught my ears—two distinct voices. One of them was familiar.“She’s my assistant.” That was Waylen.“You fuck

WAYLENI was still here when Beth got out of the bathroom. We both knew I wouldn’t be gone. She stood in front of her closet with only a white towel wrapped around her chest. Her hair was up in a knot, and the only coherent thought in my head was: let it down. I watched the water roll down the nape of her neck and disappear into the towel. She was too far. “Beth.”“What do you want this time?” she asked. She wasn’t facing me, but her anger was unmistakable.I couldn’t stand from the bed, so I sat at the edge. Beth turned. Her annoyance seemed to have grown within the few minutes she was in the bathroom. “What if I said I came for a kiss?” She pointed at the tent in my shorts. “With that erection?” “Fine. Sex. I want to fuck.” She crossed her arms on her chest. “Then what?”“I’ll give you anyth

I didn’t stop to catch my breath until I was in front of the elevator. Footsteps pounded behind me, and I hit the button on the wall harder than before. Hank couldn’t have followed me, could he? Security would have stopped him. But they let him into the company garage. The elevator door slid open. I stepped in, and someone followed. All the air rushed out when I raised my head. The door shut, caging me in with the boss. My breath hitched. I staggered, and my back hit the wall. Waylen didn’t speak. We stared at each other for long seconds until he turned to face the door without a word. Seriously? Did he see us? Even if he did, so what? I could talk to anybody I wanted. Man or woman. “What did he want?” he whispered. Waylen’s voice was so low, but the silence carried it to my ears. I didn’t speak. Waylen shoved his hands into his pocket. His shoulders tensed, and angry waves rolled off him.&

WAYLENI haven’t spoken to Beth since she showed up at the office today. The coffee she brought me had gone cold, but I drank it all. She was on her laptop, typing away and smiling. Who was making her smile? I returned my gaze to the moving figure on my screen, the main reason I was stuck here. The video on my screen was the live feed of her room from yesterday. I only meant to watch it to be sure she was safe, but she had to walk into her room naked, and now I had a mast in my pants.Beth cocked her head slightly like she could hear my thoughts. I leveled her with a scowl, and she sneered. She was so lucky she was smart enough to include that line about not touching her without her permission in the deal. But come Saturday, I would have my chance. I shut the video, willing my erection to go to sleep. How long until she got pregnant? The council was on my neck. I couldn’t ignore them any longer. I rubbed the back of my h

New day. Another bullshit lie. Client? What client? Waylen didn’t have a meeting for the rest of the day. He was just not getting to me, he was under my skin, an itch that was turning permanent. I pulled out my phone, doing my hardest to ignore him while he cleared his desk. All he was good at was moving his meetings and forcing me to dates.Me: You owe me your life. Joe: He said yes?I rolled my eyes. I would never have done this if Joe wasn’t the sweetest man I knew. Me: Yes. But wait for HR to contact you.Waylen had the decency to come along with his briefcase. The ride to the restaurant was quiet. I didn’t give him a chance to strike up a conversation. All his attempt was shut down with a monotone response. We reached, and I opened my door before he could. He eyed me with a note of curiosity and slight annoyance, and it took all I had not to lash out at him. We walked side by side to the restaurant. W