Chapter 5: The Dangerous Proposition
The conference room door clicked shut behind him, but the sound felt miles away. Tim stood frozen in the beige hallway, the echo of Michelle’s words louder than the murmur of printers and distant phones. Impregnate her. The price of his surrender. His mouth was dry, cottony. He could still smell her perfume cutting through the stale coffee air, something floral and dangerous.
The rest of the afternoon bled into a smear of meaningless tasks. He typed emails without reading them, nodded during a budget call without hearing a word. His body felt like it was vibrating on a frequency no one else could detect. Every glance at the clock was a jolt. Five-thirty. His heart hammered against his ribs. He told his wife he’d be working late, his lie smooth and practised, the guilt a familiar, dull stone in his gut.
The parking lot was nearly empty, the sky a deepening bruise. He saw her leaning against a sleek, black sedan, not her usual compact. She was changed out of her office wear into tight dark jeans and a simple black tank top, a leather jacket hooked over one finger. She looked younger, harder, entirely in her element.