Last year I had to go on a 3-day work trip in London. My husband, Mike, stayed home with the kids.
Honestly, I was looking forward to a little break like this. But the real deal was this guy from another branch, Ryan. We had been flirting on the phone for months. It started professionally with late-night snack messages and got dirty real fast.
Ryan was taller than my husband, with dark hair, well fitted, and a cocky smile that made you wet between your legs.
We had never met in person…until this trip.
The first night, we sat together at the hotel bar after the welcome dinner. Everyone's drinking and toasting to a successful presentation. Ryan’s thigh was pressed against mine under the table, glancing at me so much that I could read exactly what he wanted.
It was midnight; people sta
