Chapter 1: Office Deceit, Home Sweet Home
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a cold, clinical glow across the office. Clara sat at her desk, fingers hovering over her keyboard, the spreadsheet in front of her a blur of numbers and cells. Her mind was still replaying the way David had pinned her against the office bathroom stall just an hour ago, his hands rough and demanding against her waist. The memory of his lips, tracing hot trails down her neck, made her shift in her chair. The damp lace between her thighs was proof the encounter had been real—not just another fantasy. She exhaled sharply, rolling her shoulders to shake off the lingering tension.
Across the room, David leaned against the water cooler, one eyebrow raised as he took a slow sip from his paper cup. Their eyes met, and he smirked—that