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Charlotte

I knock softly on the bathroom door. "Marcus? Are you okay in there?"

No response. Unease trickles down my spine. Something isn't right.

I push the door open and freeze in shock. Marcus stands at the sink, his back to me. His arm is moving a mile a minute, and then I think I hear my name come from his lips in a rasp.

And then he groans, long and deep as white stuff starts shooting from his hard flesh.

He opens his eyes. They're dark with desire as they meet mine. I see the surprise light in them before more liquid comes spurting out of him.

I stare at his spasming flesh. It seems like it's never going to stop. My mouth falls open, and I can't look away.

My eyes drop to the floor stained with an unfamiliar fluid. I stare at it, confusion and disbelief warring in my mind, until understanding dawns.

A flush creeps up my neck as I realize what Marcus was doing.

I should feel disgusted, but I'm not. Instead, heat pools low in my belly, a coil of arousal I don't want to acknowledge.

Marcus's chest is heaving up and down, his eyes hooded and expression unreadable. We stare at each other, the tension thick between us, waiting to see who will break first.

"Charlotte." My name is a ragged whisper from his lips. "I can explain."

But no explanation is needed.

Marcus takes a step toward me, eyes burning into mine. I stand frozen, caught in his thrall, heart pounding as he slowly advances.

"Charlotte." His voice is rough velvet, stroking over my skin.

I duck my head in embarrassment and bolt for the door, heart in my throat.

I don't know how I'm ever going to be able to look him in the eye again.

CHAPTERFOUR

Charlotte

My hands trembleas I walk into Wellington Tower for another day as Mr. Wellington's personal secretary. But all I can think about his Marcus in bathroom, fisting his hard flesh, the look in his eyes.

I flush, my panties getting wet just thinking about it.

The marble lobby dwarfs me, all sharp edges and cold gleam. My heels click on the floor, echoing in the cavernous space.

When the elevator doors slide open, I find Marcus waiting inside. His gaze rakes over me, dark eyes lingering on my curves before meeting my eyes. A shiver runs down my spine at the intensity in his stare.

"Ms. Turner, welcome." His voice is a low purr, silky and smooth. He acts completely unaffected by what I witnessed yesterday. But maybe that's for the best, that we pretend it didn't even happen.

"Thank you, Mr. Wellington." I duck my head, hiding the blush staining my cheeks.

He presses the button for the top floor. We ascend in silence, the air crackling with tension. I cling to the railing, acutely aware of his towering presence beside me.

When the doors open again, he places a hand on my lower back, guiding me out. "I trust you had a good night, Charlotte."

A thrill runs through me at his touch, his use of my first name. "Yes, sir."

He tsks at me. "Marcus, please. No need to stand on ceremony. We're friends first and foremost, aren't we?"

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