(Isolde's POV)
My eyelashes trembled.
I turned my face away fast, because I could not look at him right now.
Not with that question still hanging in the air between us.
*So you're only stopping because you're afraid of getting pregnant. Not because you don't want this.*
What was I supposed to say to that?
Was I supposed to just admit it - that if things were different, if he were anyone else, I might have already stopped caring about the consequences?
But he wasn't anyone else. He was my boss.
I kept repeating that to myself like it was the only thing keeping me upright.
He's your boss. He's your boss. This cannot go further.
And on top of everything else, I was in my fertile window. The timing couldn't be worse. The risk was real, and I wasn't willing to gamble with it.
I press
