"I don't recall asking."
"You should be asking." He stepped closer, and to his credit, the smirk dropped, replaced by something that looked, underneath everything, like genuine concern, which was the only reason I was still standing here and not physically removing him from my office. "You've desired her for years. And you have been holding it back. I've watched you do it. And now you've crossed the line, and I know you — I know exactly how you are when you want something you decide to have. You won't know where to stop. You won't even look for where to stop." He held my gaze. "This ends your marriage before it begins. It ends her engagement. It ends her career if it gets out, and these things always get out. It could end everything you've built if the wrong person finds out at the wrong
