ROBERT

I shot back at text.

‘Whatever you seem to be doing, Renee, it is definitely working. Your breasts appear to be in need of my touch, which I will provide when we meet again tomorrow. But for the time being, I'm in a meeting and will contact you later.'

I put my phone back on the desk, hoping she would get the message and not send another risky text.

Deciding to focus on the meeting, I clasped my hands together and stared straight ahead, but the device vibrated again, and I hissed ...