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By the second full day alone, something in both of us loosened.There was no performance left. No checking the hallway. No timing our conversations around other people’s footsteps. The staff came in the morning and left by early afternoon. After that the estate belonged to us.I found him in the study just after three. He was standing near the window with a file in his hand, but he put it down the moment he saw me.“Come here,” he said.I closed the door behind me. He met me halfway and kissed me hard, walking me backward until my thighs hit the edge of his desk. Papers shifted. A pen rolled and fell to the floor. He didn’t care.He turned me around, planted my hands on the desk, and pulled my underwear down. I heard the sound of his belt. Then he pushed inside me from behind in one smooth thrust. I dropped my head and moaned into my arm.“Fuck,” he muttered. His hands gripped my hips. “You have no idea how many times I thought about doing this in here.”He fucked me against the desk

“I love you, Naomi.”The words landed between us and stayed there.I didn’t move. My body was still under his skin damp, breathe uneven. He was looking at me like he had just put something irreversible on the table.I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.Dominic rested his forehead against mine, then pulled back enough to see my face.“I love you,” he said again, quieter. “You don’t have to say it back. Take your time.”My throat felt tight. “Dominic…”“I mean it.” His thumb brushed my cheek. “I’m not asking for anything right now. I just needed you to know.”He eased out of me and rolled onto his side. I stayed on my back, staring at the ceiling. The silence that followed was thick.After a while, he pulled the sheet over both of us. His hand found mine underneath and held it.“I’ve been holding that in longer than I should have,” he said.I turned my head toward him. “Why now?”“Because we’re alone. Because for once, no one is about to walk in. And because pretending this is only phys

Dominic locked the phone and put it face down on the lounger.Neither of us spoke.The pool lights reflected on the water. My dress still sat wrinkled from where he had pushed it up. The heat from what we had just done was still on my skin, but it felt useless now. The photos were clearer in my head than the sex had been.“She has us,” I said.“Yes.”“How long do you think she’s had them?”“Long enough.” His voice was flat. “Julian, maybe. Or someone else. It doesn’t matter. She has them.”I pulled my knees up on the lounger and wrapped my arms around them. The job offer sat in my chest beside the pictures, two separate disasters that had arrived in the same hour.Dominic stood up. He picked his shirt off the ground and put it on without buttoning it. Then he turned back to me.“The job,” he said. “You said next month.”“Yes.”“And you have a week to answer.”“Less than a week now.”He nodded once, like he was filing the information into a place he could reach later. Then he picked up

The clock on the study wall said 2:40.Three hours before Victoria’s deadline. A few more than that before Chloe’s car reached the driveway. The house felt like it was holding its breath around us.Dominic stood by the window with his back to me. I stayed near the desk because sitting felt impossible, and standing still felt worse.“I need an answer from you,” he said without turning. “About the job. About leaving.”“You need an answer for Victoria by five.”“Those are the same problem now.”I closed my eyes for a second. When I opened them, he had turned around. The look on his face was stripped down to something raw.“If I take the job, she gets what she wants,” I said. “Distance. My name off this property. You don’t have to sign her statement.”“And if you don’t?”“Then we’re exactly where she wants us when Chloe walks through the door.”He walked toward me. Stopped close enough that I could see the stress in the small muscles around his eyes.“I don’t want you gone because of her,

Chloe wanted dinner at the table.Not takeout in her room. Not something quiet. She wanted the three of us sitting down like the house hadn’t almost collapsed while she was gone. Dominic cooked without comment. I set the plates. Chloe talked more than she had in weeks , about the retreat, the quiet, how strange it felt to sleep without wedding noise in her head.I smiled when I was supposed to. Passed the bread. Answered when she asked if anything interesting had happened while she was away.“Nothing much,” I said. “It’s been quiet.”Dominic’s eyes met mine across the table for half a second. Then he looked away.Chloe didn’t notice.After dinner, she stretched and said she was going to shower and unpack. Her footsteps moved up the stairs. A door closed. Water started somewhere above us.Dominic stood at the sink with his back to me.“Forty-seven hours,” he said under his breath.I didn’t answer. I took a glass from the counter and went toward the hallway. He followed. We didn’t speak