"Nothing happened. Why are you here? I told everyone to go home."
"Priya's alterations came back wrong. I'm redoing the measurements." He swivels his chair toward me. Studies me. "You're glowing."
"It's moisturizer."
"That is not moisturizer. I have worked beside you for two years and I have seen every version of your face and this is a face I have never seen." He leans forward. "You're flushed. Your lips are swollen. Your eyes are doing a thing I can't describe but it's making me uncomfortable. And you're wearing a shirt with two buttons missing and holding it closed with your hand."
I drop my hand. The shirt gaps. I grab it again.
"You had s*x," he says.
"Derek."
"You had s*x and it was good. No. It was exceptional. You've been sleeping with Alex for two years and you have never once wal
