Brenda
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Three days, I had spent three days avoiding Tommy. Anytime I saw his shadow, I ducked into another office. Anytime I heard his voice, I started up random conversations with colleagues, asking them questions I never would have in a thousand years.
It was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Trying to wash the thoughts of him out of my mind. Especially after that night he had called and caught me m**********g.
I hated myself, for remembering how warm his fingers felt in my p***y. I hated how I wanted to feel his c**k in me. And I hated him more for crossing that line.
The telephone on my office desk buzzed, pulling me out of my head.
Reaching for it, I answered. “Hello.”
Mr. Smith, my boss’s voice was on the other end of the call. “Can I see you in my office now?”
