Page 24 of The Accidental Wife

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The next morningthe chirping of my alarm woke me. I turn the alarm off and notice I fell asleep naked. I must have dozed off after I climaxed. I can’t even tell you when I had. I was so lost in the memory that I only remember the intense pleasure of my orgasm and whispering her name repeatedly while I spill my seed all over my stomach.

I have got to get a handle on this ridiculous attraction I have for her. I’m hoping it's only temporary, and I’ll get over it soon because I don’t know how long I can keep going like this.

After a long cold shower, I make my way to the office. I check the time as I pull up at the underground car park. 07:30 am. I grab my briefcase and walk to the elevator from the car park to the main building, checking my emails as I enter the foyer.

“Good Morning, Mr Hoult.” The concierge greets me as I walk over to the elevators. I nod and smile as I walk past them. The elevator dings, and I walk in typing an email. I push the button to the thirtieth floor and lean against the wall.

“Hold the elevator.”

I step forward to hold the door open just as someone comes running in, we crash into each other, and the two cups of coffee in her hand spills over both of us. “Shit, that’s hot!” I grumble. We both pull our coffee-soaked shirts away from our skin and look at each other at the same time.

“Oh, my God! I’m so sorr—Cole?”

“Shayla?” We say together. Shayla rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

“Oh, come on. Of course it’s you. I’m not even surprised anymore.” She utters using a napkin to wipe the coffee off her hands.

I frown, shaking the coffee off my hands. “What is that supposed to mean?”

She sighs, irritated, “I mean, of all the people in this building, of course, I would crash into you. It’s beyond a joke at this point.”

“Clearly, our fates are aligned. What can I say? I’m a catch.” I tease her, and she glowers at me. “Hey, don’t look at me like that, you came crashing into me. This is on you.” I say, gesturing to our soiled shirts.

The elevator doors start to close with her standing in between, so I quickly grab her wrist and pull her toward me before she gets sandwiched between them. We slip and fall in a heap on the floor. Shayla lands on top of me as the elevator starts ascending. I groan and look up at her as she stares down at me, eyes wide, lips parted. She was so close I could feel her breath on my face. “You know, it’s a good thing we’re married, or you’d get me into a lot of trouble with H.R if people saw me straddled by my assistant in the elevator.” I joke, and she flushes a nice shade of pink and shifts off me. I groan when she pushes down on my stomach and stands up.

“Why on earth would you pull me like that?” She mutters, dusting off her skirt. I get up off the floor and pick up my briefcase and phone.

“You were about to get crushed by the doors. Would you rather I let you get hurt?” I ask. Shayla huffs and mutters something under her breath. The elevator doors open into our office, and thankfully it was too early for anyone else to be around to see the state of us.

“Ugh. I’m all sticky and smell like coffee. What the hell am I going to do now? I’ll never make it home to shower and make it back in time for the first meeting.” She complains as we walk toward my office.

“You can use the shower in my office. I have some spare shirts, you can wear one for the day. No one will be here for at least another hour, so we can get cleaned up before they all get here.” I tell her, and she sets her bag and laptop on her desk and nods.

“Sounds good.” I follow her into my office and close the door behind us. I unbutton my shirt, take it off and set it on the side. The smell of coffee was starting to give me a headache. Luckily, I always keep spare shirts at the office in case of emergencies.

Walking over to the bathroom, I run the shower for her and walk back out. “There are fresh towels under the sink.”

“Thanks,” Shayla walks into the bathroom, stops, looks around, and walks back out again.

“Uh, there’s no door.” She states, pointing toward the bathroom. I look over at her and nod.

“I know,”

She frowns, “Why do you not have a door on your bathroom?” She questions while crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, because it’s my bathroom and no one else uses it, and putting a door there would ruin the whole feel of the room,” I explain, and she looks back at the bathroom and back at me again bemused.

“Well, that’s stupid. What if someone walks in while you’re showering or using the toilet?” I smile and rub the back of my neck.

“Sweetheart, no one walks into my office without announcing themselves first. You know yourself, I’m very firm with that rule.” I explain, walking over to her. Shayla’s eyes wander over my torso as I near her. She blinks averting her gaze.

Too late, baby, I’ve already seen you checking me out.

“You expect me to shower with no door?” She asks sardonically while I watch her with a cocky grin, “And with you hovering in the room. No chance.”

I take a step closer to her and lick my lips, “Shayla, you forget that we’ve already had sex. I’ve seen you naked,” I smirk and close the space between us, staring down into her upturned face. “I’ve tasted every bit of your body. I can see you naked whenever I want. All I have to do is close my eyes.” I whisper, closing my eyes and bite my lip. “Mmm, there you are.” I groan when she jabs her elbow into my ribs, and I laugh when I open my eyes to see her face is beet red.