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Shit. I’m so not a badass.

Me: What do I do?

Eli: Where is it?

Me: At the top of my blinds, far in the corner. I can’t see it unless I’m standing right under it, but I know for a fact it’s never been there before. I only saw it because the remote on my blinds wasn’t working when I tried to raise them and they were getting caught on something.

Eli: Don’t tell anyone. I want to check it out. Tell security to let me through.

Me: You’re coming here? Is that a good idea?

Eli: Baby. You just told me you think someone planted a camera in your office. I’m sure as hell not going to send Uber Eats to take care of it. I’m doing it myself.

I frown at the prepaid cell I’m still using to communicate with my lover.

Me: You know what I mean.

Eli: What? Are they going to open an internal affairs case on me? Oh, wait. That already happened.

Me: You’re mouthy over text.

Eli: Yeah? My mouth likes you. All of you.

I almost break a smile, but remember the device I just found that’s pointing directly at me and my face falls.

Me: Don’t talk to me like that when someone is spying on me.

Eli: After I sweep your office, maybe I’ll lay you across your desk.

Me: Stop it.

Eli: Or I’ll sit at your desk and you can crawl under it and give me that blowjob you promised before you passed out from exhaustion last night.

Hyperaware of the fact someone might be watching, I have to bite my lip and work at not squirming in my seat. We didn’t have sex last night because I was an emotional mess about Patrick. I always stay in control of my feelings when in public, but there’s something about Eli that makes my guard melt away. When I’m with him, he breaks me down to my deepest core. I’m raw.

He did it again last night and I fell apart, crying in his arms. He carried me to bed and, just before I fell asleep, wearing only my panties, I apologized for not giving him a blow job yet.

He actually laughed and I think it’s the first time I’ve heard him laugh, which is sad. Then he told me he wasn’t keeping score but he’d definitely hold me to it.

Me: If you’re going to come, would you please hurry?

Eli: When I come next, it’s going to be in your mouth.

Me: OMG. I hate to be a drama queen but this is freaking me out. Quit messing around or I’m going to call building security.

Eli: Baby, relax. I left the second you texted me. I’m halfway there.

I fall back in my chair, hating myself for not being stronger.

Me: Oh. Well, you shouldn’t text and drive.

Eli: What happened to my tough-as-nails woman?

Me: She freaks when someone’s broken into her office, that’s what.

Eli: Be there in five. Don’t tell anyone and act normal.

Easy for him to say. No one’s watching his every move.

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