My whole body is buzzing as the elevator doors open. Francesca is standing there, and I quickly let my hair fall across my face, hiding the blush that I know is there. I just can’t help it when I think of Blake.
“So those contracts went through,” she tells me, her words bouncing off me like balloons, barely penetrating my thoughts. “The numbers are looking great. They said if this works out, they’d be willing to…”
A flash of Blake’s lips against my ear causes my heart to skip a beat.
I feel the sting on my ass from his rough, thick hand spanking me…the painful yet incredible stretch of his cock pounding me from behind.
Need is overtaking me, but as I glance around the office, I don’t see him among the few remaining staff. Something close to panic comes over me, but I push it down.
“Kathryn? Did you hear what I said?”
Shit. I’m spacing out. This never happens to me. But I just can’t stop thinking of how Blake fucked me last night.
Focus. You have a company to run.
“Sorry, what? I was thinking about something I have to do later,” I lie.
“They said if this works out, they’d be willing to talk about an extension.”
“Ah. Well, they’d be stupid not to,” I reply, stepping into my office. I set my bag down and glance at my desk.
I freeze.
Everything’s where it should be.It shouldn’t be. Blake had me bent over this desk last night, and as I flailed around, I knocked everything off onto the floor. And like a moron, I completely forgot to pick it up before we left.
Which means…
“Yeah, I cleaned it up for you,” Francesca chimes in. “I don’t know what happened, but your office wastrashed. Any idea who might have done it?”
I’m lost for words. Flustered, I run a hand through my hair and shake my head.
“Um, no. Trashed, you say?”
“Yeah, it was like someone had just swept all your stuff off onto the floor.”
“Really?”
Francesca is giving me an odd look. It’s making me even more uncomfortable.
“Yeah.” She nods. “Any idea who would do something like that?”
I shake my head. “No. That’s…odd…”
“It was just you here last night, right? No one else was with you?”
Suddenly, it’s like I’m a kid again and Francesca is my mom, subtly accusing me of doing something wrong.
Does she know?
My heartrate skyrockets. I can even feel myself starting to sweat.
No, of course she doesn’t know. How could she? She went home early just like everyone else. It was just me and Blake up here last night. She’s just doing her job and looking out for me.
“What’s that on your neck?” she asks, stepping closer. “Are you all right, Kathryn?”
“What?” I ask, quickly stepping into my private attached bathroom. I look in the mirror, and my stomach sinks.
There it is. The love-bite from last night that Blake gave me. I thought I’d covered it up with concealer, but my scarf must have rubbed some of it off.
