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“Aren’t you worried about getting caught?”
“We’ll go somewhere outside of the city. There are fraternization rules in place, yes, but no one—”
“I meant caught by your wife, Chris.” I frown, realizing that he cares more about our company finding out about our affair than the woman he’s cheating on. I can’t ignore the judgment coursing through me over that thought.
“Oh…no. She doesn’t care.”
I frown and narrow my eyes as I try to figure out what the hell he means by that. “Do you have an open marriage?” Because if that’s the case, I still don’t want to get involved, but then maybe I can stop feeling like I fucked this poor clueless woman’s husband.
“Not exactly.”
“You’re talking in circles.”
“She doesn’t care that I sleep with other women.”
Other women. Plural. Love that.
“So, there’s multiple of us. Just what every woman wants to hear,” I reply with all of the sarcasm I can muster in an attempt to mask the underlying hurt.
“As much as it pleases me that I’ve struck a jealous nerve, I don’t want to piss you off any more and I know I’m on thin ice,” he says and I’m pissed at myself for reacting to that. “I haven’t slept with anyone since I slept with you.”
“You mean anyone other than your wife?” I ask weakly, not sure how either answer will make me feel.
“No. I haven’t slept with anyone at all since I slept with you. Holly included.”
I groan as I put a hand over my eyes. “Please stop saying her name. I am trying not to picture her as a person with feelings and emotions and someone who will get hurt.”
He snorts. “Trust me, she does not have feelings.”
I lean against the wall in the hallway next to the restrooms. “Answer me. Why did you marry this awful woman? Because I’m having a hard time understanding why you married her in the first place if she’s so terrible. And what even makes her so terrible? It makes me feel like you’d say anything. For all I know, she’s as sweet as Mother Theresa and you just have a wandering dick.”
“That’s not it and if you just let me take you to dinner, I’ll explain everything.” I can hear the begging in his voice.
“Or you could just explain it now.”
“Aren’t you at dinner with your sister?”
“I can call you when I get home.”
He lets out a sigh, “I also want to take you to dinner as an apology. For…that morning.”
“It’s fine, I’m over it.” Hardly.
“I’m not,” he says simply. “Please. One dinner. I’ll expense it if it makes you feel better and we can say it was a business dinner.”
I chew nervously on my thumbnail, careful not to ruin my manicure but needing something to distract me momentarily. “Chris…”
“Please.”
“What do you think dinner is going to accomplish? Sleeping with me again?”
“No.” He pauses. “Well, maybe,” he answers honestly, and I’ll admit I kind of respect that.
“That’s not happening,” I say a little harder than I intend to and I’m not sure if it’s for his benefit or my own.
“Let me live in my delusion.” He chuckles and I bite my lip to stop the giggle bubbling in my throat. “I respect your boundaries, and I would never do anything you didn’t want.”
I shake my head even though I know he can’t see me. “I’m not worried about that.” I never thought for a second, he would force or coerce me to do anything. I’m not worried about him using his power as my boss against me.
