I pull napkins from my desk drawer, gently wiping the evidence away. Maybe in another life, she’d really be mine. Mine to have on my arm. Mine to claim publicly.
Mine to love.
But in this life, all we have is a secret affair. A sense of shame surrounding our relationship. Something that no one else is allowed to know about.
I toss the napkins in the trash while Brielle rights her dress and fixes her hair.
“How do I look?”
“Stunning,” I tell her.
She swats at my arm with a pleased smile. “But do I look like I was just fucked in the boss’s office?”
Yes.
I play with the ends of her pretty brown hair, then tilt her head up to me so I can kiss her again. “No. I’m sure no one will know.”
She strides to the door, my gaze fixated on her ass.
“Tonight,” she says, looking over her shoulder.
“Come prepared, beautiful. It’s going to be a long night.” My voice holds the promise that I know she wants.
She opens the door and stops short.
Louisa’s shocked eyes flick between me and Brielle.
“Might want to find a bathroom, love, before you head back to your office.”
Brielle looks back at me with a menacing glare.
“Thanks,” she says quietly, turning toward the bathroom to get a look at herself.
My eyes track her shamelessly, no point in pretending that we didn’t just fuck in my office.
“Not a word,” I tell Louisa darkly.
She tries to hold back a grin, her eyes shining with humor. “Am I still keeping everyone away, sir? Or are you feeling better now?”
I shoot her an unimpressed glare, my brows knitted in disapproval, and turn back to my office without responding. I open the slats of the blinds and leave my door open to indicate that I’m available if anyone needs me.
Having a midafternoon rendezvous in my office is not something I’ve ever done before, but I have to admit, it certainly turned my mood around today.
We can’t let it happen again though. It’s too risky, and wildly unprofessional, for both of us. We need to be more careful if we don’t want to get caught, because the idea that I can walk away again is a joke.
And if I can’t walk away, and I can’t let her go, then the only thing left is to make sure we keep this under wraps. It won’t last forever, but I’m going to do everything in my damn power to make it last as long as possible.
Chapter 30
Damian
Brielle’shairticklesmynose, the scent of coconut and sunshine waking me up. She yawns widely against my chest, looking like a bear that’s just woken up from hibernation.
She’s fucking adorable.
“Good morning,” I whisper quietly to her. She snuggles in close to me, her arm wrapping around my chest like I’m her personal teddy bear.
“Morning. What time is it?”
