Rhea didn’t recognize herself anymore.
She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, lipstick smeared, collarbone bruised, and skin still flushed from Dax’s mouth. This time it had been in the stairwell. Midday. Broad daylight. Between meetings. She hadn’t even said a word when he pulled her in, just dropped her purse and let it all happen — her back slammed against cold concrete, her skirt bunched to her hips, his breath hot against her throat as he took her like he didn’t care if someone opened the door.
Maybe he didn’t.
Maybe she didn’t either.
They weren’t even trying to hide it now. Not really.
It was only a matter of time before someone noticed.
And someone did.
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It started with whispers.
A passing comment by the coffee machine. Two interns glancing at her when she w
