Chapter 17

“So, it’s normal for you to come back at this time, is it?” he asks, downing the rest of his whiskey, setting the glass on the table, and standing up.

His suit jacket is on the sofa beside him, and he’s in just his shirt and pants, though a few of his shirt buttons are undone.

Because I had unbuttoned them at his request a few hours earlier.

“Pretty normal. Is it normal for you to stay up and wait for your secretary to return?” I retaliate as he walks up to me, forcing me to tilt my head to look up at him.

“Well, I was trying to figure out why you were out so late.”

“I was on a date, and we fucked in his car on the way back,” I say sarcastically.

“I don’t appreciate the joke.”

“Who says I’m joking?” I retort, pushing past him to kick my