Linda

I'm sitting at my desk in the outer office when it happens.

Brent touches my bare thigh. His rough hand travels until he touches my panty-clad core.

I gasp.

It's official. I know Brent wants me.

He gives me a hungry look. "God, I want you."

Brent kisses me, "and I tell him. What about that girl who's having your baby? Do you love her?"

He tells me, "Call Larry in trades. See if there's a conflict of interest regarding the Knowles ...