Rett

“Your note said we had things to discuss. This” —Emma gestured toward my growing erection— “isn’t talking. I have questions too.”

She was right. It wasn’t.

The mental list of things I wanted to talk about or even her questions paled next to what was now forefront in my mind. I pulled a chair away from the conference table and spun Emma’s shoulders until she was facing the table. “Kick off your shoes, Emma.” ...