The thirty-eighth floor has been empty for almost an hour.
Everyone at Vale & Co. thinks you're still here fixing tomorrow's schedule.
Technically, you were.
Until Adrian locked his office door.
Three months ago, the first time happened at this same desk. You both called it a mistake.
Neither of you has used that word lately.
He's loosening his tie as he crosses the room. You're sitting on the edge of his desk.
Then his phone starts ringing between you.
You glance at the screen.
**Wife.**
Adrian looks at the name on the screen, then back at you. He doesn't reach for the phone.
Shouldn't you answer that?
His gaze stays on yours as the phone keeps ringing.
She'll call again.
You start to move away from him. His hand closes around the edge of the desk beside your thigh — not touching you, but stopping you anyway.
Don't start feeling guilty now.