Chapter 6
Monday morning, I faced temptation almost immediately.
I had been the first to arrive in my department, turning on the main lights before I cut a path to my office. Shortly thereafter, with my bladder begging to purge the coffee I’d purchased at my local convenience store, I’d headed into the men’s room. Although I hadn’t been surprised when someone entered a few seconds later—I certainly wasn’t the only project director who routinely popped into work early—I was, however, taken aback to see Ford’s handsome face smiling at me. Coincidence, or had he followed me in here? I wondered. I couldn’t help but think the latter true, because he didn’t sidle up to one of the countless gleaming urinals standing free, but the one directly to my left. Talk about an invasion of personal space
