Page 88 of Tempt Thy Neighbor

We sit at the same time, but Jessa doesn’t.

No, she stands over us, drumming her long nails on her desk, shrewd eyes bouncing back and forth between us.

The air in the office is thick, the tension obvious to all. My hands are beginning to sweat, and I want to rub them on my legs but don’t want to give away my nerves.

After what feels like years under her watchful gaze, she sits, back pressed straight.

“You know, Holland,” Jessa begins, folding her hands together on top of her desk, “when I suggested you help Sutton find a place to live, I didn’t really think it would end with you two living together.”

My eyes widen.

Is that what this is about? She knows we’re living together?

“I, uh, didn’t either,” I tell her. “I got that place downtown, and we both know how pricey it is.” I force a smile, but she doesn’t return it. “It wasn’t long until I realized I’d need a roommate to afford the rent. Like you said, Sutton and I are old friends, so I figured I’d reach out to him and see if he was interested.” I shrug. “It made sense at the time.”

“Yeah,” Sutton backs me up. “I was grateful for the offer too. Lord knows I wasn’t going to be able to stay in that hotel forever.”

We both know it’s a lie. Sutton could have afforded that hotel easily.

“Is it a problem that we live together?” he asks for me because I can’t seem to find my voice right now.

“Normally, it wouldn’t be.”

Normally.

The word lingers in the air between us.

My gut sinks to my toes.

“How long have you two been together?”

My heart stops beating.

Time stands completely still.

There is no sound in the office other than the tick, tick, ticking of the clock.

I’m not sure how long we sit in silence, waiting for someone to say something.

Then finally, Jessa opens her laptop and slides it around to face us.

“There’s no use denying it,” she says. “The evidence is right here.”

I sit forward on the cushiony chair, taking in the slew of photos.

Though luckily you can’t see my breasts, which were definitely out, and my face is covered by my hair, it’s obvious that it’s me and Sutton in his car.

I’m sitting on his lap, my mouth open as I moan.

I remember that moment. It was right before I came, his finger playing between my cheeks. It was the most intense orgasm of my life.

She snaps the lid closed.

“Where did you get those?” Sutton growls, and I’m not sure if it’s because he’s mad that we’ve been caught or that there’s a photo of us in such a compromising position.

“It was emailed to me last night,” Jessa explains, looking right at Sutton. “Which is exponentially more disappointing after I made you the job offer just three days ago, when I know Holland was wearing this dress.”

My jaw drops, and I whip my head toward Sutton.

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