THE PRIVATE KARAOKE SUITE PT 3
The strategy meeting dragged on past 8 PM. One by one, the other team members gathered their laptops and notepads and left the glass-walled conference room.
Vanessa sat at the head of the long table, her raven hair still neat in its ponytail, her power suit perfectly fitted.
Caleb stayed in his seat near the middle, pretending to review his notes.
When the last colleague finally walked out and closed the door, Vanessa looked straight at him.
"Lock it," she said quietly.
Caleb got up and turned the lock. The glass walls showed the empty hallway and parts of the open office beyond. The city lights sparkled through the large windows on the other side of the room.
Vanessa pushed her chair back a little. "Come here. Get under the table."
Caleb's pulse q
