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“Excellent. Follow me.”
Wordlessly walking side-by-side down the hall, he savored the electricity sparking between them.
There’d been a short cat and mouse game.
He’d won.
Soon he’d be devouring his prey.
Ushering her into his impressive office, he perched on the edge of his desk and watched her as she sat down. Her generous breasts were obvious beneath the thin blouse. She’d do very nicely.
* * *
BACK IN MALIBU, STELLAwas deeply troubled.
A couple of hours before, as the sun was sinking into the ocean turning the sky a magnificent mix of purple and orange, John had called to say he’d be home for dinner. He’d been unusually sweet on the phone, and promised her a special evening.
She’d been consumed with guilt, and wondered why she’d slept with Tony. Yes, she’d felt lonely and abandoned, but that was no excuse. Determined to make it up to her husband, she’d made preparations for a delicious meal. But as he had done so many times before, he’d called and said he couldn’t make it.
Her first reaction was disappointment, but it quickly turned to anger.
Tony was right.
John was an asshole.
Matt suddenly flashed through her head. His adulation had taken her breath away. Being with him had been an eye-opening experience, and she couldn’t wait to see him again.
But John was her husband...for better or worse.
Completely confused, she paced around the large, empty house, ending up in the kitchen pulling a bottle of Chardonnay from the refrigerator. But as she reached for a glass, an idea popped into her head.
If he couldn’t come home to her, she’d go to him, and surprise him with dinner. They could enjoy it together in his office. Snatching her phone from her pocket, she called a nearby restaurant he loved and ordered his favorite dish.
Excitedly changing into a figure flattering tight black skirt and pink sweater, she hurried out to her car, sped down the street, and turned onto Pacific Coast Highway. Stopping briefly to pick up the dinner, she was soon zipping her car over Malibu Canyon. When she hit the freeway, the traffic was light, and a short twenty-minutes later she was driving up to the guard gate at the studio. When she showed the guard her ID, and told him she was there to surprise her husband with a special dinner, he waved her in.
Rolling up to the Golden Tower, she saw John’s car in his assigned parking space. Elated to be there and pulling up next to it, she walked up to the heavy glass doors and pushed them open. But as she entered the lobby she saw the guard leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed. Hastily removing her stilettos, she hurried silently to the elevators.
Getting off at the Executive Suite and still carrying her shoes, she moved down the hall towards his office. It was quiet, almost eerie, but as she neared his suite, she thought she heard voices. Moving into the reception area, she found the door to his inner sanctum cracked open. The voices were clearer, but they were stilted, not conversational. Puzzled, she cautiously approached and peered inside...
