Chapter 14

The office reeked of sex-our mingled scents heavy in the air. I could smell him all over me, marking me inside and out. I smoothed down

my ruined skirt, wincing at the torn stockings and the sticky evidence of our coupling running down my thighs.

“I’ll need to clean up,” I said, my voice hoarse. “And air out the office before someone smells what we did in here.”

Drake nodded, tucking himself away and straightening his clothing with an ease I envied. He looked immaculate again within seconds,

while I was thoroughly debauched.

As I wiped down the desk and couch with disinfectant wipes, trying to erase the evidence of what we’d done, I gathered my courage.

“I want to come back to headquarters,” I said, not looking at him. “I’ve done good work here, but I don’t belong in this fucking remote