Page 44 of Relentless Pursuit

“Kayla?” He took her chin between his fingers. “What did you want to tell me?”

“I shouldn’t have gone to the club. I let Connie sway me.”

“You’re capable of making your own decisions.” He popped the front clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts as he pushed the white lace from her body. “Own your mistake.”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I knew it was wrong, but I did it anyway. I’ll be more respectful of your requests next time.”

“I appreciate that.” He hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties and glided them down her legs. “That’s in the past now. We move forward. Can you do that?”

She nodded as she stepped out of her underwear.

Opening the stall door, he stuck his hand in and checked the temperature. “After you.”

He held her hand as she stepped into the gray and white tiled shower. The strong pulse of the water drenched her muscles, relaxing her, helping her to prepare for the weekend ahead of her. Last week he had gone easy on her, but she didn’t know if he’d be as patient this week.

Standing behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist. The heat of his skin made her tingle in all the right places.

“Before we begin our weekend, I’d like to talk.”

“About what?”

“Your job.” He reached for the body wash, pouring it into his hand.

“There’s not much to tell.” That was the last thing she’d wanted to talk to him about. It was the weekend, and she wanted to put the station out of her mind and focus on what he was doing to her right now. “I’d much rather do what we’re doing now.”

“I can multi-task.” He smoothed the soap along her arms. “Why don’t we talk about Mitch?”

“What?” She let her arms fall to her side, stiffening as he continued to lather the soap over her shoulders. “What about him?”

“How long has he been annoying you?”

“How did you know about him?” She tried to face him, but he gripped her hips, holding her in place. “Caroline or Connie?” Those were the only two people she had confided in about her boss.

“Caroline mentioned it to Jack, and he told me about it.”

“Why would he?”

“He’s worried about you.”

“He doesn’t have to be,” she insisted. “I can take care of it.”

“How long has he been harassing you?”

“Since my first week there.” It wasn’t horrible. Just uncomfortable.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He stroked her sides as the steam engulfed the stall. “I’m here to help you.”

“You’re not going to punish me again, are you?” Was she supposed to tell him everything about her life? How much was oversharing?

“No.” His tone was softer as he turned her to face him. “I can’t force you to share your personal life with me. I’d like you to open up to me and let me help you. I’m not comfortable with a married man who has an infant child at home making unwanted advances at you. The lawyer in me is appalled that someone would be so stupid. The man in me is disgusted by his behavior, and I’m furious that anyone would disrespect you that way.”

“How did you know so much about him?”

“That doesn’t matter, but I will be putting a stop to it.”

“How? I’ll lose my job. His wife will find out what he’s done.”

“Do you care?”

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