call." I let out a sigh of rel

dy awake. I've just sent him payment from the digital wallet set up on my office comp

event a disaster. Now, Shawn

can go

nely

I can see the sliver of light beneath it so I know he's st

leather-bound jour

h

k it is. It's my journal, alright. I must have accidentally shoved it insid

ou can be so st

abruptly that the purse on my lap falls off. Before I can pick it up, I realize I'm still holding my journa

in surprise. "Are you

its spilled contents. Then I stand up and

sn't look

with more than a few strands out of place. And what I'm wearing is a lot more casual than my usual office outfits - khaki slacks and a plain white blouse. Shit. Wh

g something else ea

mething

"I already went home, changed, and was all set to enjoy my

't wait un

e weekend so..." I draw a breath. "Anyway, it's done now

ds. "You

t you?" I

but want to extend this conversation even just a little longer, espe

ping in your

will." He touches his

massive bulge poking the silk. I shake it off. It's one thing to imagine him while

're stressed about this Swiss acquisition, but you nee

ow. T

ve a stronger effect on me than usual? Is it because o

're welcome. An

ose control and make

d ni

Shawn says. "A

and wa

o it, to turn around and throw myself at him and make my fantasy come true instead of going back to my empty, lonely apartment. Besides, I can tell he

glad Shawn can't see my face. I keep walking, remindi

takes today

a