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  My heart swopped and for a second it was as though my words got caught in my throat, “Really?” I managed to let out.

  “Absolutely.”

  And he leaned forward and kissed me gently. My legs felt as though they were turning to jelly but I relished the feeling.

  As he moved away from me, I said, “But what about this?” I motioned to the office, “I still technically work for you. And I need to still make enough for my son to be well taken care of. I don’t know if you’re aware but this job pays amazingly well.” I said with a laugh.

  Bradley laughed too and then his brow creased in thought, “I don’t want to make you leave your job…”

  “But how can we truly be a couple if I work for you?” I finished the thought for him.

  He nodded, “Let me see if I can find you another job?”

  “That would be perfect.”

  He leaned in and kissed me again, making my legs buckle. Everything was falling into place, I thought almost deliriously, I couldn’t believe how happy I was.

  That weekend, Cathy came to the park with Greg and me. Cathy didn’t have any kids of her own due to her own infertility issues. But I knew she wanted them and was considering adoption. I watched the way her eyes danced around the playground, seeing the happy children and wanting one of her own. Greg was climbing over the monkey bars. He had already skinned his knee and the neon colored band aid reflected in the sunlight.

  “So,” Cathy said, breaking her trance and taking a sip of her iced coffee, “You going to tell me what has you in such a good mood?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Are you still playing dumb again?”

  I stalled, “Playing dumb about what?”

  “You are terrible at this, truly, Serena.”

  I lowered my voice and leaned over to her as though we were schoolgirls, “I’ll need you to be a little more specific.”

  “You and your boss, Mr. Gable. Spill it.”

  I couldn’t hold back any longer so I started from the beginning. Her eyes were as wide as saucers when we finished.

  “Are you kidding me?” She exclaimed after I finished, glee all over her features.

  “You gotta be quiet!” I said, trying to shush her.

  Cathy kept laughing, “Oh my god, Serena! This is crazy. I can’t believe it.”

  I knew I was blushing but I couldn’t help it, “Cathy, I really like him. This is the first time since my husband passed away that I feel like this. It’s really important that we keep this on the down low.”

  “Who am I going to tell?” She said, waving her hand, “So, how is he in bed?”

  I sputtered, “You say it so casually! We’re at a playground!”

  “So what? The kids aren’t listening. Pretty sure that one over there is eating his own boogers.” Cathy pointed to a four year old near a slide, going to town.

  I laughed, “It’s good. It’s more than good, Cathy, it is explosive. Just him touching me is enough to send electric shocks all over my body. I can’t get over how amazing he feels.”

  “Sounds like you got it bad, girl.” She replied, sipping on her coffee.

  “I guess so.”

  Cathy nudged me, “What’s with the hesitation?”

  I paused, unsure if I should speak my innermost thoughts out loud. Cathy was my best friend but I still feared being judged.

  I cleared my throat and then said, “What if this is just a rebound for me?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “After…being widowed. What if I don’t really like him? I just think I do because I’m not use to being alone?”

  The thought had struck me late last night as I drifted off to sleep. Who hadn’t heard of rebound relationships? What if I was throwing a job away and risking myself and someone else because I thought I really liked this guy?

  Once the thought was in my head, I couldn’t get rid of it. It was as though it rattled around in my head like a bunch of marbles, clanking and rolling in my brain. Maybe I was over thinking things, which was something I excelled at. But it could be that this was real — and what if I kept thinking like this and it psyched me out completely? Was it too late to turn back?

  Cathy peered at me, “I don’t think so, Serena.”

  “Why not?”

  “I’ve known you a long time. I’ve seen you when you thought guys were hot, even when you were married and didn’t want to admit you were checking them out. I’ve seen how much you loved your husband and how completely ruined you were when he passed away. The way you’ve been attempting to hide how you feel about your boss for weeks now was so clearly obvious to me that it was hard to keep quiet. Hey, do you think they’d let me smoke here?”

  I rolled my eyes, “Cathy, it’s a playground.”

  She waved her hand, “Fine, fine. Anyway, Serena, your feelings are valid and so are your concerns. But if you back away from this…I just don’t want you ten years down the line when Greg is nearing his twenty-first birthday and you’ve bought your tenth cat because you’re alone to wonder man, what if I had gone after my hot boss?”

  In spite of the seriousness of the subject, I laughed, “I guess so.”

  “You have to do what you have to do for yourself. You put Greg first and that’s amazing — that’s what mothers are supposed to do. But make sure you leave time for yourself too.”

  I smiled at her, feeling a bit better. I looked back at Greg who was pretending to be a pirate in front of a giant wooden ship replica that the playground had put up last summer. If it wouldn’t have embarrassed him, I would have gone over at that moment and hugged him with all my might. But I knew he’d scrunch up his face and be annoyed with me so I held back. I realized he’d only be getting older and that would result in having to back off more and more. The thought saddened me and I put it out of my mind.

  “How about lunch?” I said to Cathy.

  Chapter 10

  I went in to the office Monday morning with slight trepidation that Winter would be there, ready to brawl in the office. But it was quiet and she wasn’t there. Bradley’s office door was open a crack and I could hear him typing away. Relieved that Winter wasn’t there, I peeked my head into his office.

  “Good morning.” I said.

  He looked up from his computer screen and smiled, “Hey, Serena.”

  “No Winter this morning?” I joked.

  Bradley shook his head, “No. I heard she was meeting with her lawyer this morning so we should be safe till this afternoon.”

  I laughed a little and stepped inside, “I brought you a coffee.”

  “Oh, thanks.” He replied as I walked over to his desk and placed it next to his hand.

  “How was your weekend?”

  “I tried to lay low,” Bradley said, “I didn’t feel like dealing with anyone this weekend. Stayed in. What about you?"

  “Took Greg to the playground. We went out for lunch and to the movies too. It was nice.”

  He smiled, “You look pretty today.”

  In spite of myself, I blushed, which caused him to laugh, “You look nice too.” I said.

  “Listen, I was wondering if you’d be able to get a sitter for Greg sometime this week and we could go out for dinner.”

  “Are you sure? Won’t people see us?”

  “Business dinner, we can tell them, if anyone cares enough to ask.”

  “Sure. Let me find out which night and we can plan from there.”

  Bradley stood up and moved close to me, kissing my cheek, “That sounds perfect,” He paused and then spoke again, “I missed you this weekend.”

  My heart thrilled at his words, “I missed you too.”

  Bradley leaned down and kissed me on the lips this time, slowly, gently and then more passionately. A low hum of energy went up and down my spine — the same feeling I always got whenever Bradley touched me. His fingers were pressed against the small of my back and he pressed a little harder, having me fall against his body. My breasts pressed against his c
hest as he kissed me deeper now, with tongue. His hands glided down over to my ass which he started squeezing. My whole body felt as though it was on fire. I was craving him again, needing his touch. One of his hands moved away from my bottom and up to my breasts, squeezing them through my shirt and bra. It sent shivers up and down my body and made me moan.

  “Do you like that?” He mumbled in a whisper in my ear.

  I nodded.

  “Let me hear you say it.” He whispered.

  His commanding tone made my head melt and I found myself pressing against him, “I like it. I like it.”

  He kissed me hungrily now, his hands moving up to the buttons on my shirt, undoing them slowly, painfully, one by one. I wished he could hurry. I needed to feel his hands on me. I knew he was dragging it out, teasing me and the thought made me frustrated as well as heightening my pleasure. Finally, he undid the last button. His hands went to my breasts and I sighed, contented. He pressed me against the side of his desk as his hands moved along my breasts, tugging them out of my bra. The cool air in the office hit my skin. The cold air and Bradley’s warm touch made my entire body quiver. He kissed down my neck and along my shoulders, slowly moving towards my breasts. Bradley took a nipple in his mouth and sucked and I rolled my head back in pleasure.

  “Bradley…” I sighed.

  I had missed him more than I had realized. The weekend without seeing him or feeling his touch had felt long and empty. Now that his mouth were on my breasts and his hands on my body, I could relax. Bradley pushed me back so I was laying on the desk. Just like in my fantasy, I thought with a wicked thrill. He moved my skirt up around my waist.

  “Why even wear underwear now?” Bradley murmured as he yanked my panties off.

  He slid a finger up and down my wetness, teasing me painfully. I moved my hips, trying to get him in me.

  “Please…” I begged.

  Bradley smiled and I heard him unzip his pants. I could feel his manhood now pressing against my entrance. He was large and I was tight so it took some time for him to enter me. But when he did, I arched my back. It felt as though every inch of me was alive and vibrating against him. This is my fantasy, I thought again, in a daze. As he started to move in me, I moved back, moaning in pleasure. Bradley was mumbling my name as his hands gripped my waist.

  “Yes, yes…” I moaned, pumping against him as much as I could.

  I felt as though I was being taken over. My body was warm, sweat beading on my brow as I thrust against him. My breasts were out in the open and my skirt bunched up around my legs. Bradley still had his shirt on but his pants were around his ankles as he moved in me, mumbling my name. My hair had come out of the bun I had worked on so hard this morning, spilling out over the desk. All I wanted was him —

  “I knew it!” A voice rang out, triumphant, pleased and excited.

  As if in slow motion, I turned my head. Winter was in the doorway of the office. I had left the door opened a crack when I had come in to give him his coffee. We had been too loud to even hear the elevator come up. She was smiling, a twisted smile, as though she knew all the secrets of the world. Bradley leapt away from me, trying to tug his pants up while I covered myself up as best as I could, tugging my bra up and trying to yank my skirt up. The whole time Winter just stood there, smiling.

  “What are you doing here?” Bradley stammered.

  “I knew it. I kept thinking why she wouldn’t agree to help me out. Why she ran to you. There could only be one reason. She was a slut.” Winter said the last word so slowly with so much venom it was as though she had stabbed me.

  “How did you get up here?” Bradley demanded.

  “I walked,” She replied dryly, “I’m going to bury the both of you now, do you understand? Mr. Bradley — the billionaire who is fucking his assistant, paying her to be his personal slut.”

  “You need to get out.” I hissed through clenched teeth.

  Winter laughed, “Rich coming from the person naked on her boss’s desk like a cheap tramp.”

  “Winter,” Bradley growled, “You need to leave now.”

  Winter smiled again, “I’ll go. Only because now I have so much to do that I simply have to stay on schedule,” She turned on her long high heels, glancing back at us with disdain, “I can forgive you, Bradley, if you come back to me. I know you were tempted.”

  Neither Bradley nor I answered. She stalked out, swaying her hips, humming a song. I looked at Bradley who looked back at me. How could we have been so careless? I saw all our plans go up in smoke before my eyes.