Page 21 of Temptation

“That lifts a huge weight off my shoulders. Hopefully, by Friday, we'll have a timeline on when this will end.”

“Hopefully.” Tenn opened his email and began printing the documents Deedee sent them. “Do you have access to all the proof?”

“I can access most of it from my drive.” She nodded.

“Here,” he stood up. “Jump on and download it all. I need to run to my car and get the stuff my PI got for me.” As they passed each other, he pulled her into a hug. “It's good to see you.”

Quinn relaxed into his embrace with a soft sigh. “You too.” Tenn let her go reluctantly and ran out to his car. When he returned, she was sitting at the computer wearing a huge smile.

“What?” Tenn's smile in response to her was automatic. Her smile just made him want to smile.

“Want to read what they had to say after last night?”

“Fuck yes.” Tenn hurried around the desk and leaned down over her shoulder. It might have been his imagination or wishful thinking, but he was sure she adjusted slightly so she was leaning toward him like she was unconsciously searching for contact with him.

I can't believe how close we were to almost being caught. No more sex at our homes. It's not sexy or exciting; it's nerve-wracking.

How are you feeling?

Yeah, sure. We'll keep having sex in cheap hotels and the backseats of our cars.

Shitty. My back hurts; everything hurts. I'm not looking forward to work tomorrow.

How are you feeling?

Pretty sure I sprained my wrist and ankle.

Tenn and I had a huge fight, and he kicked me out of the bedroom. He said I had to fix our issues or make an appt with w/a marriage counsellor so we could divorce.

Quinn moved to the spare bedroom. Same thing: fix it or get out.

We could end things and be together.

We could

OMG! You want to fix it!

I like my life ????‍??

Do you like being married to a frigid woman who doesn't give you what you need?

At least she never faked it with me!

Bullshit! And for the record, I wasn't faking! I love you, and I want us to be together!

We'll have nothing. We'll have to give up the cars and our houses. Even though Quinn was mad at me, she still fucking looked after me!

“You did?” Tenn looked up quickly.

“Come on, he hit hard and could barely move. So, I got him muscle relaxers and rubbed icy hot on his back.” She smiled wickedly. “And told him the room reeked, made fun of his “porn” choices again, reiterated she was faking and trying to sound like a child.”

“Right.” Tenn shook his head. “I told Viki she should go to the hospital.” He went back to the text exchange, trying to squash his irritation.

So? We'd have each other!

Grow up, Vik. I'm used to a standard of living.

So am I! Apply for the manager's position.

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