Chapter 78 (1/2)

I take another drink of wine, waiting for her to explain.

“As in together together. As in, they were banging in his office! And what’s even crazier is that the things he heard . . .” She stops to laugh. “They were kinky. I’m talking, Trevor is a total badass in bed. There was spanking, some kinky name-calling, all of that stuff.”

I burst into laughter like a giddy schoolgirl. A schoolgirl who has consumed too much wine. “No way!”

I can’t imagine sweet Trevor spanking anyone. The image alone makes me laugh harder, and I shake my head trying not to think too much into it. Trevor is handsome, very handsome, but he’s just so well mannered and sweet.

“I swear! Christian was convinced he had her like tied to the desk or something, because when he saw him next, he was detaching something from its corners!” Kimberly waves her hands through the air, and a burst of cold wine shoots up and out my nose.

After this glass, I’m cutting myself off. Where is Hardin, the alcohol authority, when I need him?

Hardin.

My heart begins to race, and my laughter is quickly derailed until Kimberly adds another dirty detail to the story.

“I’ve heard he keeps a crop in his office.”

“Crop?” I ask, lowering my voice.

“Riding crop. Google it.” She laughs.

“I can’t believe it. He’s so sweet and gentle. He couldn’t possibly tie a woman to his desk and have his way with her!” I just can’t picture it. My traitorous and wine-controlled mind starts imagining Hardin and desks and ties and spanking.

“Who has sex in their office, anyway? My god, those walls are paper thin.”

I feel my mouth fall open. Real images, memories of Hardin bending me over my desk, flash through my mind, and my already-heated skin flushes and burns.

Kimberly shoots me a knowing smile and tilts her head back. “I guess the same people who have sex in people’s home gyms,” she accuses with a giggle.

I ignore her despite the burning embarrassment I feel. “Back to Trevor,” I say, hiding as much of my face behind my glass as I can manage.

“I knew he would be a freak. Men who wear suits every day are always freaks.”