CHAPTER 22
I WAS BEGINNING to like this whole morning s*x thing, although my enjoyment of Joe’s c**k was tempered slightly by the overriding dread that in the near future I’d have to confess about my phone call to Mr. Phelps.
“You okay, beautiful?” Joe asked as he peeled the condom off and tied a knot in the end.
“Fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You seem kind of subdued. Is it Dane?”
I grasped at that thought. “I’m worried he’s still out there.”
Joe kissed his way down my neck, and for a moment I forgot about everything.
“Don’t think about him. I’ll look after you, I promise. I need to finish sorting out your ceiling this morning, but you’ll be safe here until I get back. Then you can come to work with me again if you like.”
“Not today. My assistant’s bringing some more files for me thi
