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ess ringing. Neither of us moved. I blinked a few times, th

get that," I

an instant-anger flashing t

uld that be?"

not before helping smooth my skirt back int

blouse and hair. I slipped out of his office

ed with Brooke

art l

ffice earlier, but you weren't there. Looks like you

e. "Of course. I'm his

him every day," she teased, her eye

m married. I love my husband. I'm no

th hands in m

I have to get back to

on mine, the way his hands had gripped me, the ache still pulsing between my thighs. I w

rd. I needed to hear his voice-need

" I said when

ke up already," he replied, s

. "When are you coming back? This is driving me crazy. I want to

moment. "I understand.

" I pr

ve to go now. I love y

g my eyes. Deep down, I already knew he'd have anot

and disappointment, my office phone r

Payton s

aii," Teddy's voice filled the line-cool, p

t s

tart making the preparations." He h

ilt the wall between us. Maybe pushing him away earlier had worked. Maybe he

e a relief. He was

a long moment, then forced

s for t

trying to convince myself I didn'

sud

efficient business. He'd changed overnight, and it felt like a slow-motion nightmare. I couldn't figure out what was going through

he call wouldn't connect, so I left a quick voicemail: "Hey, I'm heading to Haw

ady there, waiting in the terminal hallway-tall, imposing, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, whe

d him, he gav

t's

nd walked.

checked into our various rooms, I immediately dropped my bag, and headed straight for the bathroom. The deep, clean tub called

I sat on the edge of the bed scrolling throug

k star

is

me.

trying my best to look profes

lightly damp, wearing a crisp white button-down and tailored

I com

ped aside, gesturin

's up?" My voice held a flicker o

oice lowering. "I'd like you to dress... a little sexy this

ord came out softe

around the back of my neck, thumb brushing slow

l you about cal

ing things professional

ression-memory, maybe regret.

aiting in the lobby." At the door he

fter he left. He was

left most of my back bare. When I stepped into th

," he said quietly

slipped my ha

all

side into the wa

conversation with the client when I glanc

lking past, arm around a young woman. They w

supposed to be in Seattle on b

nd dread-pulled

e," I sai

rrowed. "Where

e right

arby resort. Hidden behind a palm, I watched as Richard kissed her-deep, familiar,

wonder he hadn't touched me in years. He'd been getting his pleasure somewhere else. What had I done

d, ready to storm ov

closed aro

aid quietly. "Do

. He's supposed to be in Seattle. In

ou're shaking. You're not thinking straight. Confront

k at Richard one last time, then turn

voice breaking. "Take

a long moment,

just enough to

ck me,