Morning light spilled across the living room, soft and pale. The rain had stopped sometime during the night, but the city was still wet, slick with the memory of the storm.
She stood in the bathroom, clutching the towel around her chest, steam still clinging to her skin. The hot shower had done nothing to steady her pulse. All she could think about was last night. His hands on her. His voice in her ear. The way she came undone against the kitchen counter like she had no control over her own body.
It had been wrong. Every second of it.
He was her boss. She was living in his apartment. And now, there was no line between them anymore.
She opened the bathroom door slowly, trying to be quiet, hoping to slip back into the guest room before he saw her. But he was already there.
He stood at t
