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“I realized that somewhere on day two on the island.” She looks down at my drooping pants. “So here you go.” She spreads the silky gloss on her mouth.
And there’s no stopping me. I’m on her, kissing the lip gloss right off her mouth. And I’m in her, enjoying the loud gasp that she makes.
Then she’s laughing, hanging onto me, and we’re moving together, making the sofa leather squeak.
I feel high, like I’ve won the lottery or climbed Everest. Her arms cling to my neck and we hold each other’s gaze until her muscles tighten around me.
Her head falls back, and I unleash in her, her spasms releasing my own.
For a moment, we stay there, in that high, exultant place.
Then she squeals that we’re making a mess on the sofa. And I watch her slide away, naked in those incredible shoes, bending over to snatch a handful of Kleenex, laughing as she cleans up the leather.
I want her again. I want my face in her. I want her in every direction.
Working with her will be impossible, but also the best.
I’ll have to figure this out as I go.
35
BAILEY
Ispend most of the morning getting my desk set up again, and experiencing extraordinary stickiness from the early encounter with Rhett. Thankfully, I packed a pair of panties in my purse.
And just before lunch, I get an unexpected visitor at my desk.
Kenna.
She’s in an olive-green shirt dress that would be sassy with a belt, but I don’t think Kenna believes in styling. She’s an off-the-rack sort of girl.
“Hey,” I say.
There is literally no reason Kenna could have for visiting me. We rarely encountered each other in my previous two years. She’s an accounting clerk, not lowly enough to be a runner to Rhett’s office, and not high up enough to consult with him on budget.
If she’s here, it’s way more likely she’s doing a snoop job for Viola. I know all about those.
She must read my expression. “Viola’s not in the office, and she hasn’t answered any of my texts.”
“Really?” She must have been tipped off. “Did she know I was coming back?”
“I think everyone knew after the dinner the final night on the cruise.” Kenna perches on the corner of my desk, easy to do since it’s mostly empty.
“How did she react?” I had been too into Rhett to notice her.
“Absolutely seething with a side of panic.”
“Not surprising.” I’m sure she knew if Rhett talked to me, we’d figure out what she did. I don’t say that aloud, and I decide to keep my suspicion that she had help under my hat.
Kenna is in accounting. She could have been the helper. Maybe she’s here to find out what I know abouther.
Dang, corporate America can be tricky.
“Have you figured out what happened with marketing?” Kenna examines a pencil on my desk as if the answer doesn’t interest her all that much, but my alarm bells start clanging.
I madly start typing and peer at my screen. “I don’t care anymore. I’m trying to pick up where I left off.”
“So you’re rehired.”
