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I stared back in agonised silence, having no idea what to say. My skin grew hot and prickly all over for a far less pleasant reason this time.

He was a client.

I’d just had sex with a client.

In the client’s office.

On the client’s desk.

Shit. This was bad. This was definitely… not good.

I was so getting fired.

Chapter Eleven

Nuni

A s reality kicked in, it felt like I was floating back into my body. I looked down and stared in mild horror at the dark cum

streaking the front of my shirt and tie.

Then my gaze locked onto Anita’s long, bare legs, trailing up one shapely brown calf to her bony knees, which were tightly pressed together. Her socked feet were still resting on the armrests of my chair, but a second later she’d shoved it back to hop down from the desk and snatch up the crumpled heap of her clothes.

I looked away to give her some privacy while she dressed, but then I noticed the wet streak she’d left on the dark wood of my desk. My ears fluttered, cock giving an eager twitch, making me realise it was still hanging out the front of my pants.

I stood up quickly and turned away as I stuffed my dick back into my underwear and hurriedly fastened my slacks. The room was painfully silent aside from the rustling sounds of our clothes. My hearts started beating faster again as I frantically tried to think of something to say, but before I could, Anita cleared her throat.

“We—we shouldn’t have done that.”

“I know,” I said quickly, fumbling to stuff my shirt tails into my pants. As well as the cum staining it, the fabric was all twisted and wrinkled. My gut bottomed out as I remembered Anita dragging me closer to crush her mouth to mine.

When she appeared in my periphery to grab her shoe, I figured it was safe to turn around. Even though I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I didn’t know what I’d see on her face.

“Look, can we just… call a truce for a second.” She was bending over to tug on her shoe when I took a quick breath and finally turned. “This is bad. Corva is… Corva has a really strict rule about… overstepping boundaries when it comes to clients.”

Right. Because I was her client. She was only here because we’d paid her firm to organise our event.

Why did that make me feel kind of crappy?

“It’s basically one of the only rules,” Anita was saying, aggressively pulling on her other shoe. “So this can’t—this can’t happen again. Not that I’m assuming either of us want it to happen again. But it can’t.”

I could tell she was flustered, and I was weirdly shocked to realise I didn’t like it. I didn’t like… seeing her all anxious and unsettled. I kind of wanted to make her feel better.

“Look, we’re… we’re two consenting adults.” I watched as she yanked the tie from her messy ponytail to redo it. “Stuff happens. People can’t control who they’re…” I stopped that train of thought. “How can she actually enforce that?”

“Because it should be easy to not have sex with a client!” Anita burst out, yanking her hair through the tie. “It shouldn’t be hard to maintain that professional boundary!”

“Okay,” I said quickly. “Well, I mean, obviously it… wasn’t so easy in this case.”

Which, honestly, was confusing the shit out of me. Anita was a giant pain in the ass. She was frustrating as hell and only seemed to rub me up the wrong way. And despite what Laki had tried to insinuate last week, I was not attracted to her. I wasn’t.

Although… it was a little harder to convince myself of that after almost coming in my pants while my tongue had been inside her.

“God.” Anita scrubbed her hands over her face. “She’s going to fire me.”

I stiffened. “How would she even find out?”

She dropped her hands and looked at me, eyes tight and jaw ticking fiercely. Nonplussed, I stared back until realisation thudded into the pit of my stomach.