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“I can smell your wet pussy,” he whispers out of the side of his mouth as the doors open. I giggle like a schoolgirl with her first crush, poking my tongue out at him stepping out of the elevator and running right into…
“Craig!” My cheeks heat with shock. He’s the last person I expected to run into. Here, no less! Craig rarely comes to my office. As a matter of fact, he hasn’t been to my office in almost a year.
Despite the blood draining from my face, I force a smile and feign excitement. “Ohmygod! This is a surprise.” I fight to keep my voice from quavering. “W-what are you doing here?”
He kisses me on the cheek. “Surprised?” He smiles. “I thought I’d sneak out of work early and come take my wife out to lunch. But looks like I’m the one who got surprised when I got here and you were already gone.”
He eyes Charles, and suddenly the air around me thickens, and starts choking me. I feel myself getting lightheaded as I draw in a deep, burning breath.
“Craig,” I croak, stepping aside as someone steps into the elevator. I hear the doors close behind me. “You remember Charles, don’t you? Charles, you remember Craig, right?”
“Hey, man,” Charles says, grinning and extending his hand. “Good seeing you.”
Craig grits his teeth, sizing him up, as the two exchange handshakes. “So you’re the one who’s been keeping her away from home.”
“And I appreciate you letting me borrow her. Believe, man. She’s always in good hands.”
The innuendo hangs in the air like a thick blanket.
Ohmygod! What the hell is he doing?
Craig’s eyes narrow suspiciously.
Shit, shit, shit!
God, please don’t let this turn ugly.
It takes everything in me to keep from hitting the floor.
Craig assesses the situation looking from me to Charles, then back over at me. I can see the wheels in his head spinning.
I swallow hard. Out of the corner of my eye, I spy a few of the third-year associates as they look over in our direction. Great! Nosey-asses! The last thing I want is to be the center of gossip.
“I bet she is,” Craig says tersely. “Working all those late nights together…”
He allows his statement to linger between us.
“Well, I’d better get going. I have a conference call at three.” Charles looks from me to Craig. “Craig, my man, it was good seeing you again.”
He extends his hand again. Craig looks at it as if he’s deciding whether or not to leave him hanging. My heart starts pounding.
He knows.
And then Craig shakes it. “Likewise.”
Charles sweeps his gaze to me, clearing his throat. “Markisha, I’ll talk to you about that case later.”
I nod.
Craig waits until Charles saunters off and is well out of earshot before saying, “I waited for almost two hours for you. Where were you?”
“At a meeting at the prosecutors’ office,” I lie.
He raises a brow. “Really? That’s odd. Because when I called this morning, your receptionist told me your schedule was clear until three.”
That messy bitch!
I keep my gaze trained on his. “It was. Until I got a call from the prosecutors’ office.”
