The secret texting started innocently enough the next morning, but it didn’t stay innocent for long.
Dr. Reed sent the first message while Sophia was still in bed: “Did you make it home okay yesterday?”
She replied with a smile: “Yes, but I couldn’t sleep. Kept thinking about your hands on me.”
From there, things escalated quickly.
By lunchtime, his messages had become much dirtier. “I can still taste your lips. I keep imagining what you’d sound like moaning my name while I f**k you on my desk.”
Sophia nearly dropped her phone in the middle of a café. Her face burned as she typed back with shaky fingers: “You can’t say things like that while I’m trying to eat lunch. I’m getting wet in public because of you.”
His reply came fast: “Good. I want you thinking about me all day. Touch your
