Chapter 20

• Not wanting to go back to the club this pissed off, I decided I’d swing by my house and get another shot of whiskey to help me calm down. Once inside, I grabbed the bottle I kept in the cabinet by the fridge and snagged my laptop before falling back onto the couch. Taking a drink of whiskey straight from the bottle, I started up the laptop and went to access the security footage from the club. I wanted to know what she’d been doing in my office earlier. No one else had access to these files. I’d never needed the security footage for anything, and hopefully I never would, but it was good to have just in case someone ever broke in. The day of Emma’s interview when she’d arrived all flushed was the first time I’d ever actually gone in to review the footage.
• When I was logged in, I clicked the file for my office camera and scrolled until I had about the time I thought she’d gone into my office. I watched the empty room for a few seconds and then saw as Emma entered with a stack of receipts in her hand, closing the door behind her. I sighed at the sight of her, remembering how good she’d felt against me, as if her body were made for mine.
• She set the receipts down and instead of leaving, she walked behind my desk and looked up at the ceiling, right exactly where the camera was hidden and gave a wide, sexy grin before pulling her t-shirt over her head. My jaw dropped open as she shimmied out of her jeans and was left standing there in a lacy bra and panties. She unhooked her bra, letting her tits bounce free, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips. I was hoping I’d imagined how beautiful she was, how perky her breasts were, how perfect every inch of her was, but as she slid her panties off, I knew I hadn’t imagined it. If anything, she was even more beautiful than I’d remembered. A thing I hadn’t thought possible.