Sleeping With My Husband's Boss

Summary

My boyfriend hired my husband.

For a long time, I was a master of compartmentalization, a fortress of carefully constructed walls.

Then came the disaster of Valentine's Day. Two bouquets on my desk, two gifts, and two hotel key cards.

When Grant found out I was married, the explosion was nuclear. He left for a month-long "business trip," a punishment of pure, unadulterated silence. The day he came back, he refused to see me.

I found him after three too many glasses of wine. He held himself rigid, reining in a rage that vibrated in the air between us.