Marissa
“Come to my office,” Justin’s voice rang over the phone.
I reached for my water bottle, took a sip, and adjusted my outfit before heading in. I stood in front of him for at least five minutes. He didn't speak. When he finally did, his eyes blazed with anger, but it wasn’t directed at me.
“Why do people have to be so dishonest?”
I opened my mouth to speak, then stopped. Did I even have the right to say anything? When it came to honesty, I was at the bottom of the barrel.
“Are you okay?” was all I could manage.
I closed the distance, placed a hand on his back, and rubbed gently. “What’s wrong?” I asked softly. “Is it Wendy?”
“I wish,” he grumbled.
Even as I rubbed his back, a thrill sparked between my thighs. It came with the bond, the touch, the ecstasy.
“Do you want to tal
