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The end of the workday rolled around too quickly. As I was shutting off my computer and packing up to leave, I got one more text from Nuni.

Heading to the gym now, so I’ll talk to you at 7.30.

Nerves immediately tightened my stomach. Picking up my bottle, I had a sip of water because my mouth had suddenly gone dry, before stuffing it in my bag.

“Someone’s been very preoccupied with her phone all afternoon,” Hustin said airily beside me as he pulled on his jacket. “More gory memes from your sister?”

I shot him a weak glare, slipping my arms through my backpack straps. “Yes. Lots.”

I waved to Vee when she cheerily said goodnight and walked out of the office with Moly. Hustin fell into step beside me as I followed them.

“If you’re not heading straight to have more desk sex with Mr Smoke Show, I will be personally offended,” he murmured to me.

I let out a slightly hysterical laugh. “Of course not.”

But I couldn’t stop myself from picturing it. Going to Nuni’s office, striding in while he was sitting behind his desk, maybe in a conference call. Climbing onto his desk and ordering him to make me come again. Or to pull out his dick and act like nothing was happening in his call while I sucked him off.

I glanced at the time on my phone. How busy would his office be right now? Maybe if we were quiet…

He’s already gone to the gym, I suddenly remembered, which made my shoulders sag as Hustin and I stepped out onto the street.

Hmm, how easy would it be for us to slip into a shower in the men’s locker room without anyone seeing?

“Well if you’re really not—which is disappointing news, by the way—want to go get a drink?” Hustin asked as we walked slowly down the street. “It’s almost the weekend.”

I gave him a rueful look. “I can’t tonight, sorry. Maybe tomorrow?”

“Sure, hon. Doing anything fun tonight?”

My face went hot, and I glanced around before admitting, “I’m talking to him later about… what happened.”

Hustin raised his brows at me. “Oh really? I thought you’d already talked about it.”

I got even warmer. “We did. But, um…”

Hustin stopped and turned to face me with a frown. “Is he hounding you?”

“No, no.” I shook my head. “Definitely not. He’s been completely respectful. It’s… Shit. I kind of… propositioned him. This morning.”

Hustin’s eyes flared with excitement. “You asked him if he wanted to have sex again?”

I cringed. “No, I… It… Something just… kind of happened this morning.”

He frowned and started walking again. “Huh? How? Did you see him before work?”

“Yeah, um… at the gym.”

Hustin stopped again, ignoring the businessman who gave him an irritated huff and barged past. “At the gym?” he hissed. “You had sex with him at the gym?”

My shoulders hunched up. There was no need to clarify that it technically wasn’t sex. I could not tell my friend that I had brazenly exposed my cunt and masturbated in front of Nuni, so I just said, “Yes. In the sauna.”

“In the sauna?” he choked out. “Not even in, like, a lockable bathroom stall? The sauna?”

I swallowed. “Yes.”

Hustin burst out laughing. “Jesus, Anita. Where’s the next time gonna be? Restaurant bathroom? Corva’s office? We have to think of something that tops public sauna.”

“No, Hustin. There isn’t going to be a next time.” I rubbed my face. “That’s why I’m calling him tonight. To apologise for flip-flopping and tell him that it definitely won’t happen again.”