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Rebecca
Still a ball of mixed emotions,I did as Joseph asked and slipped into the private elevator.
The second the doors closed, I leaned my head against the smooth wall and exhaled. How had everything gotten so twisted so quickly? And why the hell was I enjoying it so much?
What I should’ve been—was worried.
Stressed.
Anxious.
But most definitelynotexcited.
Yet, the wrongness of it all did nothing to change the feelings storming through me. Flying this close to the flame was dangerous, intoxicating, and even though I knew it could only end in one way, I still wanted it.
This wasn’t like me.
I’d always been the good girl. The levelheaded one who did what was expected. What was needed. Not like my sister.
But here I was now, doing the worst possible thing, both personally and professionally, and yet I couldn’t stop myself.
Didn’twantto stop myself.
To say I felt like I had been living in another universe was adramaticunderstatement. The smell of JoJo’s skin and cologne wafted up my nostrils, reminding me of his mark coursing its way through my veins. His arousal mixed with my blood. My sweat. My body. He had invaded every part of me, and despite the insurmountable issues we now faced, I couldn’t help the desire to see him again.
The truth was, there was something addictive about the recklessness of it all.
And even though I knew I should’ve driven home, quit my job, and never looked back— I did as JoJo asked and went to buy dresses.
After hitting a few shops, I finally realized I hadn’t checked my cell phone in a good while. Now, in the privacy of the dressing room, I dug my phone out of my purse.
Five missed text messages from JoJo.
Crap.
Panic and a sharp thrill gripped my throat and I quickly opened them, scanning the words with my eyes.
JoJo:My hunch was right, none of my department heads sent sensitive information to me.
JoJo: I’m going to try pulling her off to the side for a conversation.
JoJo: Maybe then, I can keep her from opening her spindly little mouth to H.R.
JoJo: Are you being a good girl, Rebecca?
JoJo: Are you doing what I asked?
I swallowedand shot back a quick reply.
Me: I am.
Only a few seconds passed before he answered.
JoJo: That’s good. I like it when you are a good girl. But I like it even more when you’re bad…
Fuck.Even a text from him could get me wet between my thighs.
