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his
secretary?” a woman with a soft melodic voice asked.
    Frowning, I looked down to check the
time on the base of the phone. 9:22 it was very late for a professional call.
“No, this is a co-worker. Mr. Reston stepped out for a moment.”
    Even though I had just finished
screaming Aaren's name over and over again in the heat of passion I felt it was
best to keep things between us professional. At least until we ironed out what
this relationship would be between us.
    “Oh, I’m sorry. Are you all still in
your meeting?”
    “We just wrapped things up.” I
smiled to myself seeing in my mind just what we were wrapping up. “Can I help
you with something?”
    Wondering what the nature of the
call was and why the woman was asking so many questions instead of stating who
she was and why she was on the phone something snared my gaze—the front of the
picture on his desk.
    Never having been on this side of
his desk before I didn’t know what was on it. Raised to respect other people’s
privacy, I never asked.
    “Just tell him that Gabrielle
called. Well not really me, Jason wanted to talk to him actually,” the woman
began saying.
    As the woman spoke, my gaze was
fixed on the picture. I only partially paid attention to the woman’s words. In
the silver frame were three smiling faces, a man, a woman and a boy. The man
was tall, dark and handsome with pale green eyes—Aaren. Behind him stood a
woman with her hands on his shoulders, she didn’t look that tall even with
Aaren sitting before her, a pretty black woman. If that was shocking enough,
the little bi-racial boy with golden brown complexion in Aaren's lap was a
punch to my core. On the woman’s left hand was a wedding set even though Aaren
wasn’t wearing one.
    I wasn’t against interracial
relationships, hell, I’d pushed for my best friend, Oriana and my favorite
cousin, Chase to get together for years. However, what I was against was
cheating, lying fuckers like Aaren.
    The woman’s voice broke into my
thoughts. “It’s not really important. Since you all are done, we’ll just see
him when he gets home.”
    Her melodic, soulful voice seemed
the perfect match to the African-American woman before my eyes. My hand
squeezed tight around the phone and my stomach felt queasy. I wanted to
throw-up.
    “You said your name was Gabrielle?
And you are…”
    “Finally, I’m back. Boy, you forget
how far the bathroom is when you have your own.” Aaren strutted into the room,
the perfect image of a well-put-together businessman with a smile.
    I just wanted to pick up my laptop
and whack him on the head with it until the smile fell from his lips. Lips I
had spent time kissing. Lips that had kissed me all over and brought me
pleasure between my thighs. I was disgusted with him and myself. Fools rush in
was true.
    “Who’s on the phone?” he asked.
    “Gabrielle.” I waited for the shock
or fear that he’d been caught in an adulterous lie to show on his face.
    His features tightened in concern as
he rounded the desk but nothing else.
    I set the phone down and moved away,
not wanting to touch him, not even accidently.
    Picking up the phone, he said, “Hey,
love, what wrong?”The love and concern in his voice was the last nail on the
coffin of what I thought we could have. Now all that was left for me to do was
bury it.
    He listened intently to whatever the
woman was saying on the other end. “No, we ordered in here. So, you can pack
mine up and I’ll bring it for lunch on Monday.”
    The ass didn’t even have enough
sense to look ashamed or concerned that he’d just had sex with me before
talking routine things with his wife. I needed to get away. Had to get away
from him and the memories of our encounter. If I didn’t get away now, I’d
explode into a screaming mess and probably break something that would cost me
my job. I loved my job and I wasn’t going to let some lying, cheating asshole
make me lose it.
    “Put Jason on the phone so I can
tell him