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Interesting…

‘And have you read any of our books yet?’ I said.

‘Not yet.’

‘Read at least one by Monday. You can’t do a presentation on expanding our publishing division if you haven’t even read or listened to our books. Have you been given access to our books’ server?’

‘Yes.’

‘Good,’ I added. ‘I look forward to hearing about your progress on Monday. Close the door on your way out.’

18

ELLIE

Iflopped back on the bed.

What a week.

There’d been more highs and lows than on a rollercoaster.

The important thing was that I’d survived another day at Sated.

When I’d walked into Mr Devlin’s office earlier, once again, I was convinced I was getting the boot. But by some stroke of luck, he’d agreed to forget about what I would now refer to as ShowerGate. Although ShameGate might be more accurate, considering I was the one who’d invaded his personal space.

It wasn’t his fault that I was a pervert who couldn’t keep my eyes off him.

Until last night, I didn’t realise that I even liked watching a man pleasure himself.

Jarvis and I weren’t exactly swinging from the chandeliers, so I’d just got used to living a life without regular sex.

But seeing Mr Devlin naked had awoken something in me.

Now as much as I’d tried (and believe me, I had), I still couldn’t get the vision of him in the shower out of my mind. So much so that today, I found it almost impossible to think of anything else.

I was probably just hungry.

Once I’d eaten dinner, I’d feel better.

After jumping off the bed, I went to our grotty shared kitchen, warmed up a microwave meal as quickly as possible and brought it to my room.

I never ate in the kitchen or the shared living room because it was filthy and I kept my fork, plate and all other utensils and crockery in my room too, otherwise they’d either go missing or end up dirty because the other three people I shared with seemed to be allergic to washing up. I’d learnt that the hard way.

Once I’d finished eating, I went to the bathroom, rinsed away all the stray pubic hair and dirt my housemates left languishing in the shower tray, then scrubbed it clean.

When I stepped underneath the weak spray, I blew out a breath, closed my eyes and tried to relax.

But just like last night, as the water trickled over my skin, my mind started replaying the sordid scene of Mr Devlin in the shower.

I soaped up my body and as my hands moved over my breasts, I let them linger over my nipples.

I imagined Mr Devlin touching them and a moan slipped out of my mouth.

This was ridiculous.

My eyes snapped open and I dropped my hands, chastising myself for my shocking behaviour.

After rinsing away the suds, I wrapped a towel around me then returned to my room.