It became a war of territory, and the office was the battlefield.
Adrian never asked. He simply took, whenever and wherever the opportunity presented itself, until Nadia stopped keeping a mental inventory and started bracing for him around every corner.
The archive room — cool, cramped and smelling of old paper — where he bent her over a filing cabinet and f****d her with her cheek pressed to a shelf of dead contracts.
The executive bathroom, where he lifted her onto the marble counter and made her c*m twice before letting her fix her hair. The elevator, trapped between floors, his hand over her mouth while the emergency light flickered.
She kept telling herself it was just s*x.
She told herself every morning, walking into the building. She told herself every night, walking out. She
