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Ruslan and I have been sleeping together now for almost five months. Between the hours of nine-to-five, I’m a constant, dripping mess with near-permanent rug burn on my knees. And as if that weren’t enough, twice a week, we leave the office together and go to his penthouse on 48th. He offers me a drink and then he fucks me to within an inch of my life.
We’ve christened the living room, all the bedrooms, the kitchen, even the bathrooms. He’s had me up against the windows, the walls, bent over the sofa and the table, sprawled out across the kitchen counter. Standing, sitting—you name it, we’ve done it.
And the crazy thing is—he only keeps getting better.
The moment his tongue hits my pussy, I turn into a goopy puddle of need. The oral sex is great, but every other kind of sex we’ve had has been equally incredible. I leave his apartment practically levitating off the ground every time.
But I do leave. Given my precarious emotional position, I’ve been constantly telling myself that I need to be diligent about leaving the apartment right after the sex. It’s just… that it isn’t always so easy to do. Especially when he asks about the kids. Which he does. Often.
So to recap the whole shebang: my boss and I are having amazing sex on the regular, although he almost always wears condoms now.
He is taking Josh out twice a week for their one-on-one male bonding outings and it’s making a world of difference to my surly eight-year-old.
He brings ice cream home for the girls every time he drops Josh off.
He wiped out all my debts in the blink of an eye.
He keeps making all these sweet, thoughtful little gestures or doing random odd jobs around the house just to make my life easier. Like fixing the car. Or sanding down the legs of our lopsided coffee table so that we don’t need the coasters to hold it up anymore.
And sometimes, every so often, I catch him looking at me with this strange expression on his face. The naïve fool in me keeps hoping that it means that maybe he might be catching feelings, too.
Because, despite my best efforts, I’ve gone and fallen hard for the one person who I’mcontractually obligatednot to fall for.
It never fails to amaze me how things can be so great and so terrible at the exact same time.
Once my makeup is done, Phoebe helps me wiggle my way into the dress. I have to suck in my breath as she zips up the corset, but after a little effort on my part and a lotof grunting on Phoebe’s, I’m zipped up and feeling just a little bit fabulous.
Phoebe claps her hands to her cheeks the moment she circles around to face me. “You lookgorgeous,Em.In your movie starlet era.”
I don’t have a full-length mirror to take advantage of, but I dofeelamazing. The Bardot neckline and the thigh-high slit have me feeling sexy, but the structured corset and the subtle A-line silhouette provide just enough coverage to make me feel elegant, too.
“What’s wrong?” I ask when I realize that Phoebe has her head tilted to one side as she frowns at me.
“The nude lip is nice, but I think you need to go bold for this dress.”
“Not my red lipstick.”
She smiles. “I think youhaveto.”
“It’ll be too much.”
“Um, hello? You’re going to be on the arm of the hottest bachelor in New York tonight. You need to bring the fire.”
“I don’t know…”
She waves away my hesitation and grabs the seduction red lipstick from my threadbare makeup bag. “Well?” she asks, holding the lipstick up like it’s a weapon. “Go big or go home, right?”
Laughing, I nod. “Alright then. Lay it on me.”
“Yesss!” She keeps snapping her fingers. “Girl,slay! He won’t be able to take his eyes off you!”
Yeah,I think to myself with that mix of self-loathing and fluttery hope that’s come to feel all too natural lately.That’s what I’m hoping for.
And that’s exactly the problem.
* * *
When I walk out of my bedroom, everyone freezes. Amelia and the kids are sitting in the middle of the living room floor, having shoved aside the coffee table to make a sprawling Lego city populated by Barbies galore—another present from Ruslan.
