EMILY
I sit on his desk for a long time after the door closes.
The office is dim. The amber light has gone grey at the edges. Jessica's divorce papers are on the floor around my feet, I caught a glimpse of the headings. Something that looks like financial reports beside them. My underwear by the desk leg. My shirt in my hand, two buttons missing.
I'm not crying anymore. I ran out somewhere between his thumbs on my cheekbones and the sound of the door clicking shut. My face is swollen and tight and my eyes sting and I feel emptied. Wrung out. Like something reached inside me and squeezed until everything came up and now there's nothing left except the quiet and the fading smell of him and the ache between my thighs that I'm going to feel for days.
The best s*x of my life just happened on a
