Page 10 of Sinful Affair
“Can’t be that bad if you have someone’s number on your coffee cup,” and that has me bolting up in my seat. I reach for my flat white and see Tate’s name with his number scribbled.
“Oh.”
“That’s the guy from the coffee shop you told me about isn’t it?”
My cheeks flame red.
“Text him, what are you waiting for?”
“I dunno… not sure if I should.”
“Do it!”
I look up at him and he gives me a lopsided smile.
Fuck it.
Rummaging in my bag for my phone, I pull it out and see a text message from an unknown number.
Unknown
You. Are. Mine. Keep running Bella… I’ll find you every time.
I roll my eyes and ignore it.
Typing Tate’s number into my phone, I ping him a quick message and a little smile tugs at the corner of my lips.
Nestling my phone away, I open my emails and start working through the list of shit that Clarissa has sent my way.
Lunch comes and goes with a blink of an eye when my desk phone rings through from Clarissa. So lazy. I am literally three steps from her office door.
“Yup,” I breathe down the phone.
“I have a meeting in twenty, I am not to be disturbed. Do you have the manuscript back yet that I chased?”
“No, I will send another email to the author’s agent.”
Then the phone goes dead.
I place the phone into the cradle a little harder than I should have, but she makes me rage.
The lift pings and I find myself looking over my shoulder. I would be lying if I said I haven’t replayed Henry fucking me last night on loop. It plays constantly in my head, and I already want, no, need more.
But I’ve drawn a line in the sand.
Sex between me and Henry will only happen in my head now.
My breath catches at the back of my throat when I see Henry walking down towards me, one hand in his pocket of his black suit trousers and a crisp white shirt with the two buttons undone. He doesn’t take his eyes off of me.
I am fully aware I am staring, fully aware that everyone can see me staring but I can’t seem to stop. I watch as his lips twitch before walking into his wife’s office, and I am instantly jealous.
Snapping my head back around, I lower myself down and focus on the task in hand.
Not thinking of Henry bending me over my desk and fucking me raw.
What is wrong with me.
“Tea?” I pop my head up, asking Tom who sits opposite me.