The hallway was quiet, the hum of the office air conditioner low but somehow suffocating. Elise Brookes stopped at David’s office door, hand frozen on the handle. She had intended to drop off his lunch, a small token of the last two weeks of meticulous effort she’d poured into being the “perfect girlfriend.” But the second she cracked the door, everything shifted.
Movement inside. A sound that didn’t belong. A moan. Her breath caught, and suddenly the tray in her hands felt impossibly heavy. She didn’t need to see everything; she didn’t want to, but her body forced her eyes open. There he was. David. Too close. Too intimate. And the person with him, a female coworker in a smart suit, was far too familiar with him, on her knees pleasuring him. The scene froze her in place, and in that ins
