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buttoned the skipped buttons of my jacket and made a futile attempt to smooth my hair as I waited to exit the elevator. I shoved my shirt and bra into my purse just before the doors opened. Looking downward, I hurriedly made my way to the parking garage. I wondered what I would see if I were looking at the security cameras. Would I see a woman who had been shamelessly ravaged? I was silently praying not. I hoped I would see a woman who worked late and who had a lot on her mind as she rushed to get home in preparation for the evening’s company party.
    Nearing my car, I pressed the button on the key fob to unlock my car door and got inside. Damn, I was a lot sorer than I thought, I noticed after sitting down. My phone rang but I decided to let it go to voicemail. The last time I left work and answered my phone, I opened a door of disaster. This time, whoever was calling would have to wait. I secured my seat belt and started home. For the second time today, I was in the busy Boston traffic headed home. The difference this time was that I was leaving work after an extreme orgasm, courtesy of Aiden Wyatt…whereas the first attempt to leave, I was only guilty of stroking his cock and tasting his cum. Either way, I was fucked. Literally and figuratively.
     
    Entering my condo, I began undressing, leaving a trail of clothing to the bathroom. I started a bath and went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine. A hot, relaxing bath and a couple of glasses of wine would do much to soothe my thoughts. Heading back to the bathroom, I grabbed my phone, placed it on the docking station and launched an upbeat playlist. I appreciated the speaker system throughout my home as the room immediately filled with the cheery rhythm of Katy Perry’s Roar . Katy was one of my favorite artists; I was drawn in the moment I heard the chorus of her massive hit, I Kissed A Girl , which I still loved.
    I dimmed the lights in the bathroom and stepped in the tub. Settling in, I closed my eyes and allowed the music to flow over me. Music was my cure-all. There were occasions when it made happy times happier and there were other times, like now, where it offered a much-needed distraction.
    After a few songs and a glass of wine, I was actually in a much calmer place. I prepared myself to re-play today’s events and evaluate my predicament. I needed to know at which exact point had I lost control in the situation with Aiden. And most important, I needed to establish how to assure his silence concerning today’s recklessness.
    Emerging from the tub thirty minutes later, I’d determined that I never really had the control over the situation with Aiden. The only reason I hadn’t given in to him weeks ago was because he hadn’t made the attempt. The moment I saw him, it was inevitable. What had occurred was trouble on many levels, the most important of which was my job. I needed a way to silence this and to ensure it would never happen again.
    I had formed a couple of logical conclusions. First, there was no way anyone could have seen us in the elevator; as far as I could tell no one ever looked at us. If they had, I would've noticed. But then again, there were a few moments when my eyes were closed. How was it fucking possible for anyone to have that type of effect on me? I could barely recall the details of what happened in the elevator. Secondly, in regards to the office sex, my office door had been locked and we were actually pretty quiet when he was fucking me, thanks to the gag. Who would have thought there would come a day in which I would be thankful for being gagged? Basically, what occurred between us was just that, between us. No one knew. Thirdly, I needed to make sure it remained that way if my career were to remain intact.
    The way I saw it, I had only a couple of choices-  pretend it never happened, with the hope that he would follow my lead and do the same or speak to him asking him to keep his mouth shut and make certain that it never happened