Page 34 of Strictly Business

At least I know that he won’t tell Josh. I’m safe from my brother’s wrath and from having to explain sleeping with someone who isn’t my husband. How do I find myself in these situations? Taking a deep breath, I straighten my shoulders and walk toward the front door. It’s only two more days, I can do this…

“He’s not here,” Liv says when I step off the elevator. “And you’re late.”

“What do you mean he’s not here?”

“Sent a memo that he’d be working from home today.” A smirk tugs in the corner of her lips. “Said you had a long night getting things prepped for meeting Sasha tomorrow.”

That’s one way to put it.

“I’m surprised you’re here this early if that’s the case.”

“I considered working from home but there’s a lot that needs to be done. And if he’s going to play hooky, someone needs to be responsible.”

“Well, if you changed your mind, I wouldn’t blame you.”

Part of me thinks it’s a better idea not to go back into that office because all I can think about is his head between my legs. God, just the thought sends a shock straight to my core.

Opening the door, nothing looks out of place. There’s no evidence of our heated work session. But that doesn’t stop the aching between my legs that reminds me it did, in fact, happen… Honestly, it’s a good thing he isn’t here because something tells me we wouldn’t be getting any of the right kind of work done.

Fuck, I’m in so much trouble.

“You wanna grab dinner?” I glance up from my computer. Liv stands in the doorway, ready to leave for the day, Caitlin at her side.

“Cait, what are you doing here?”

“I told her you’d been holed away for hours without food or water.”

Cait starts to pick up my purse, “C’mon, we can go get some bánh mì and get some—”

“I don’t want to go out. I have a lot to do before I meet Sasha tomorrow. Have you ever tried to plan a fundraising event in less than a week? It’s not as easy as it sounds!”

“Get up, we’re going to get food and take it back to your place so you can spill your guts,” Cait demands.

“Spill my guts about what?”

“What’s going on between you and Finn.”

Five minutes of arguing and a little over an hour later, we’re walking into my apartment with a bag full of fresh bánh mì and fries from McDonald’s that Liv couldn’t live without. I haven’t let anyone come over since David left, and I’m praying to God this doesn’t bite me in the ass. “David not home?” Cait asks kicking her heels off by the front door. Liv follows suit before plopping onto the couch with her fries.

“Nope.”

“When’s the last time he was home?”

“Um, it’s been a little bit.” Not a total lie.

I pull a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc from the fridge and grab three plates from the cabinet. As I reach for the bag of food, I see my phone light up with a text from ‘Jabba.’ I’m right back where I started… Thinking of Finn Sheffield and the way his mouth felt against my skin, the fire of his touch, the way he made me feel beautiful and sexy and—

“Who’s David?” Liv asks.

“Michaela’s husband, I’d think he was made up if I hadn’t been at the wedding," Cait snickers.

Shit, I almost forgot they were here. Note to self: ignore the text, and do not think about Finn or last night while the girls are here.

“I didn’t know you were married!” Liv’s mouth hangs open as I walk out of the kitchen with dinner and wine. "You don't even wear a wedding ring. Wait I thought—”

“David isn’t home much, he works a lot,” I shrug. "I don't always wear it, with it being a family heirloom and all."

Sure, let's go with that.

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