“Wait a minute,” Griffin said to Angela as they left her apartment. He grasped her arm, gently pulling her toward him as he kissed her in the open doorway.

“I’m already late for work,” Angela teased, pretending to resist him. But when he bent down to nuzzle her neck, she dropped her head onto his shoulder. “Maybe we should have an early lunch,” she murmured, her voice sultry.

At the sound of a door opening, Angela jumped to attention. She straightened her skirt ...