“You’re late,” Mary said as I signed in at work the next morning.
I felt my face heat.
“What?” Mary got that twinkle in her eye.
I knew I’d have to tell her something. Involuntarily I rubbed at my wrists.
When Mark had awoken he wanted to take advantage of the extra time Daphne had given him, so out came my ties again, with me on the receiving end, so to speak. We’d enjoyed ourselves so much, we’d lost track of the time.
“Let’s just say I was tied up this morning.”
I could almost see the cogs turning in her head. “You dirty buggers!”
“Shush.” I took a look around, but fortunately no one was close by.
“I want details,” she said, following me to my office.
“Sod off!”
I’d already said too much, and Mary’s dirty mind had managed to fill in the rest. I wished I’d told her my alarm
