~*JUNE*~
Turns out five days away from work wasn't nearly enough time to recover from almost having s*x with Mr. Macaulay.
Not that I'd planned to stay away that long.
At first, I told myself I'd only skip one day of work. Just twenty-four hours to get a grip, to bury the memory of his hands on me deep enough that I could walk into the office without my pulse going haywire.
But one day turned into two. Two became three.
Before I know it, it's day five, and I still can't bring myself to face him.
Every time I think about walking through those office doors, I remember the way he looked at me that day, the way I completely lost myself in the moment.
Shame, embarrassment, and something far more dangerous instantly tangle together inside me, keeping me as far away from him as possible.
