*Olivia*


    “Isn’t it so weird that Alexander wanted a big seafood breakfast?” Gai asked. “I wonder what he didst night?” She crossed her arms and leaned against my desk.


    I barely heard a word she said. I was too busy staring at Alexander’s closed office door. But when she said st night‘ that caught my attention. Did Gai know something aboutst night? I didn’t want anyone to know that Alexander and I had sex. Especially not someone we worked with.


    “What could he have gotten up to that would have given him such a big appetite?” Gai mused almost to herself.


    My stomach swooped, and her words made me identally knock over my coffee mug. Thankfully, it was almost empty, and only a few drops of cold coffee sshed onto the white carpet.


    “Woah, you alright?” she asked and raised her eyebrows. “You’re acting weird today.”


    I jumped to my feet, and heat crawled up my neck. “I’m…um going to get more coffee,” I blurted out. “I’m just tired this morning.”


    I rushed to the kitchen, clutching my coffee mug as cold sweat ran down my back. When I was alone, I let out a puff of air, wishing that I could just go home, but I knew that would just be dying the


    inevitable.


    I was going to have to see Alexander most days. I couldn’t escape from


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    this man.


    As I poured a fresh cup of coffee, I tried to calm my racing heart. I could do this. I could act normal even though I had sex with my bossst night.


    When I sat back down at my desk, I tried to focus on answering emails and organizing Alexander’s schedule for the week. But trying to concentrate was like trying to hold water in my hands.


    shbacks ofst night kept hitting me like a speeding bus. Alexander‘ s searing hands massaging my breasts, his fingers entering my wet center, and the electric eye contact we made when he came inside of me.


    My memories made me hot all over, and I couldn’t sit still in my office chair as an ache developed in between my thighs. But then embarrassment washed over me when I remembered Mike’s knowing smirk this morning when I came back to the apartment to get my phone.


    He definitely knew that Alexander and I had slept togetherst night. Helplessness made my stomach roll when I realized that there was nothing I could do about Mike knowing. It wasn’t like I could turn back time.


    Someone knocked on the door of my cubicle, startling me out of my pity party. I needed to remember I was at work. After I took a deep breath, I stood and fixed a fake smile on my face,


    My polite grin slipped when I came face–to–face with Alexander.


    “I’d like to speak to you in my office,” he said in that deep voice of his. “Alone.”


    My eyes widened, but I nodded and followed him. I bit my lip when he


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    closed his door. We were alone in a room.


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    My throat became dry, and my hands shook as he casually touched my waist, gesturing for me to sit down. His warm touch reminded me ofst night when his hands had tightly gripped my hips. He stayed standing and crossed her arms as he faced me and leaned against his desk. As I looked into his dark eyes, my heart mmed so loud against my chest, I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to hear what he was going to say.


    “I have something for you,” he said.


    I froze when his gaze lowered to my mouth. Immediately, I thought he was going to propose that we have sex in the office. My thighs trembled at the thought. The sad part was: I didn’t think I could resist saying no.


    But then he leaned to the side and nodded to a red thermos that was sitting in the middle of his desk. “Mike made you some gazpacho soup. He told me that it’s the best food that helps replenish electrolytes.”


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