“Yeah? Good for you. I’m glad to see it. And not just because I want to cut out early before Marty watches our show before I get home. He doesn’t know I know but he totally watched it without me last week. Those laughs of his were too perfectly timed.” She said all of this while rushing out of my office to collect her things. “Okay. You don’t need anything else from me?” she asked, shoving her phone into her bag.

“I’m all set. I’m heading out with you.”

We rode down the elevator as she gave me a blow-by-blow of the show she and her husband were watching.

Then, just before walking out of the front doors, she turned back to remind me, “Just remember: babies and venereal diseases can last a lifetime.”

With that, she was gone, leaving me shaking my head and smiling even as I reached for my phone.

“Hey, boss man,” Calvin answered after one ring. “You need a lift?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I’ll just head on over to the office now.”

“Actually, meet me at my apartment in an hour,” I said, starting to walk.

“Will do. Going anywhere special?”

“Brooklyn.”

“Sounds good. I got me a nice new playlist to keep me company,” he said, hanging up.

I drummed my fingers on my phone screen for a second, uncharacteristically nervous about a text.

Care to do some club research with me tonight?

The answer came back just as I was walking past my doorman.

What kind of research? Where?

There were a thousand ways I could have answered that. All of them being more professional than what I’d landed on.

Meet me at Bar B at nine. Wear something club appropriate.

I waited for her answer—a thumbs-up emoji—before tossing my phone on my kitchen counter and making my way toward the primary bedroom, peeling off layers of clothes as I went.

I thought maybe a shower would help clear my head. But as soon as I was under the spray, all I could think of was what Saff might look like outside of those awful business-casual outfits she was always wearing.

Maybe in a skintight club dress.

Or, better yet, nothing at all.

“Fuck,” I sighed, closing my eyes, but the image was already burned on the backs of my eyelids.

There was only one way I could possibly get through this night without doing something that could seriously compromise the future of this business deal.

Even if blurring this line further could potentially make it even harder to keep my thoughts—and hands—to myself.

I tried to tell myself that it couldn’t possibly be worse than standing there alone in my shower, mind overwhelmed with thoughts of her, with my cock straining.

So I let my hand slip down and curl around my length as my mind drifted.

And suddenly, we were back in my conference room.