Page 62 of Trashy Affair Duet

“I’ve never felt this way before,” I say, shuddering out a breath. “Not even with Chris.”

“Does he feel the same?”

“I don’t know. I think so.” Lowering my attention to the napkin I’m shredding in my fingers, I add, “There are issues in his marriage that I can’t go into.”

“Did you sleep with him?”

I shake my head. “We haven’t done anything.”

Yet. The word echoes through my mind.

“Jules, I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but you’re my best friend and I care about you too much to not give it to you straight. You need to get out of this situation pronto.”

“He’s my boss, Les. Neither one of us expected this.”

“Then find a new job. Walking away now might hurt like hell, but imagine how much worse it’ll hurt when shit hits the fan.”

She’s right. And it’s nothing I haven’t already told myself a hundred times.

“I’m not sure I can walk away.”

“I’m not saying it’ll be easy, but you need to. Just rip it off like a Band-Aid.” She reaches across the table and grabs my hand. “Because married men don’t leave their wives.”

And that right there is the biggest truth of all. The last thing I want is to become a cliché; the mistress sleeping with her boss, forever waiting for him to leave his wife.

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