“Miss Matthews, I know it’s a Sunday, but this call couldn’t wait.” I grabbed my chest. My mentor sounded angry, and I wasn’t ready to hear why. “There are photos of you and Oakley at a party.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. Holy hell. Last night hit me like a sledgehammer. We were practically grinding on one another. I didn’t even have to see the photos to know that it probably looked really bad. “The lack of professionalism is really concerning, Miss Matthews. I can’t in good conscience give any sort of recommendations if you consistently cross boundaries with your clients.”

Shame crept up my neck. It was almost worse than disappointing my parents. Dr. Haynes was a huge deal in our industry. “You’re supposed to be learning right now. This could be a massive stepping stone for your future, and you’re blowing it. Either you hold yourself to a higher standard or give up. We can’t keep working this way. It is starting to reflect badly on me, and unlike you, I actually care what people think about me.”

“I’m so sorry,” I sputtered.

“Me too. We’ll have a formal meeting tomorrow. I suggest you manage the social media portion before then.”

He hung up, cutting me off, though I wasn’t sure what I could possibly say. My thumbs moved lightning fast to check the damage, and the moment I saw the photos and accompanying speculation, it felt just like the streaking incident all over again.

The photo was hot. We were lost in one another, his hands were cupping my ass, and my lips were pressed against his neck. Every muscle in his arms was flexed. His eyes were locked on me. I knew better. It felt so fucking good at the time, but I knew better, and I let it happen anyway.

I started frantically swiping through the photos, not that it could really get worse than that. But I had to know what was out there so I could get in front of it. Oakley was tagged in picture after picture with me in various compromising positions. I landed on one picture, and it took me about three seconds to process the fact that the girl draped all over Oakley wasn’t me. What the actual fuck? When did he even have time to take this?

I didn’t even care.