Page 303 of Obsessive Temptation


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I jumped at the boisterous laughter of a few coworkers walking past my office door. What time was it?

The clock on my desktop read six thirty.

Shit, I’ve been cooped up in my office all day. I was so deep in my work I forgot to eat lunch.

The trail of finances insinuated Mr. Grenache was stealing money from his company. I reached into the desk drawer, retrieved a flash drive, and inserted it into the USB port. Gripping my eyes, I sighed and waited for Claudia files to upload.

I kicked off my shoes the second I was through the front door.

My empty stomach roared. I stalked into the kitchen and removed the herb grilled chicken from the heavy white plastic bag.

The rosemary herb tortured my nose. My favorite upscale restaurant had the best food in all of Coeur d'Alene. After I washed my hands, I leaned over the kitchen counter shoving a fork full of mashed potatoes into my mouth. “Um. Damn, good.” I smiled.

“Alexa, turn on Netflix in the living room.”

I scooped the tin container off the counter, strolled into the living room, and sat on the red sofa. My fingers pressed the rubber buttons on the remote control until I found one of my favorite shows to watch.

Dinner was fantastic, I placed the empty tin on the glass coffee table. Tomorrow I’ll order carryout again. My mother gave me a certificate to a cooking class. I knew I needed to learn how to cook. I sighed. Nope, I’ll head to the grocery store tomorrow and grab several boxed dinners.

The scream on TV jarred me from my sleep. I slid my legs over the edge of the sofa, leaning against the back of the cushion, and I ran my hands over my face. “I better discard the carryout container.”

Yawning, I trudged up the wooden staircase into my bedroom, and flipped on the light switch. I tossed my large purse on the shelf in my walk-in closet, discarded my clothes, then stepped into the oversized shower. The hot water dancing over my skin was just what I needed.

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