9
The next morning, Shyla was icing a cake, listening to Beeks and Fish discuss some sports team when Score came around the end of the hallway.
Beeks was spread out on the table doing paperwork. Fish was lounging in his usual spot, the stool closest to the elevators. Score didn’t say anything as he passed Fish to sit on the stool nearest the windows.
Going to the coffee machine, Shyla poured coffee for Score like she would on any other day. Except for her, that day was different. Her boss wasn’t just her boss anymore. He’d seen her wearing nothing but her underwear, he’d demanded to see her like that. She’d slept n***d because he wanted it that way.
The fizz of excitement in her belly felt so naughty. They might not have slept in the same bed, but they’d both slept with their doors ope
