Gwen
I ran out of the office like it was on fire, my heart hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears. The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I pressed my back against the wall, breathing fast.
What the hell did I just see?
He was f*****g her. Right there on the desk. Hard. Possessive. Like he owned her pleasure. And the worst part? My body reacted in the most shameful way. Heat pooled between my thighs. My n*****s tightened under my dress. I bit my lip hard, trying to push the images out of my head, but they kept flashing—his powerful hips thrusting, the woman’s loud moans, that dangerous look he gave me while still buried inside her.
I paced in the hallway like a madwoman. Leave, Gwen. Just leave. But my feet wouldn’t move toward the elevator. I needed to see him. Talk to him.
