Free Like Glass We Break (Glass #2) by Kari Fisher

scream for help as he pulled on her hair, because she hadn’t been able to breathe enough to yell with his other hand over her mouth.
    Now, after an entire day of meetings, he wishes he had a stiff scotch right now, but he can do without. He’d rather sleep than explore the street to find a new bar. Besides, there’s a blizzard out there. The weather channel had told Scott earlier that there was going to be twenty-five centimeters of snow within the next few hours. Hopefully this doesn’t delay their flights for tomorrow—Scott really doesn’t want to be stuck at an airport all afternoon, waiting for the planes to fly again.
    He lay in bed, on his side, staring at the alarm clock. This is an early bedtime for him but he’s excited to feel refreshed in the morning.
    Renae reclines in her own bed. It’s an early night for her too. With thoughts of what Scott had done to her body earlier today still fresh in her head, her hand slides beneath the sheets and meets her wetness. She closes her eyes, but she doesn’t fall asleep right away.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Nine
     
     
    Renae
     
    Scott and Renae both arrive separately at the meeting this morning. They’re early, and Scott walks over to the coffee machine where he makes a coffee for himself and one for Renae. He brings it over to where she’s sitting at the long conference table and sets it down in front of her. She smiles politely and nods. He takes the seat next to her and her leg brushes against his. She realizes their eyes are locked so she looks away toward the projection screen where the PowerPoint presentation will be shown soon. She wants him again but can’t let this interrupt her work today. She was sent here to learn essential skills for Danis Accounting, and she’s determined to return to work tomorrow as a better, more prepared employee.
    As the meeting begins, Renae focuses her eyes in the direction of the man speaking at the front. She can feel Scott staring at her and it makes her uncomfortable, mostly because she wants to be able to pay attention without thinking about him touching her.
    She’s relieved when the speaker announces that it’s time for a coffee break, and she runs out of the room to the women’s washroom down the hall.
    In the stall, she takes her time and checks her phone. She hears the door to the washroom open and someone enters the stall next to hers and shuts the door. She reaches for toilet paper, wipes, and flushes the toilet. She emerges from the stall and washes her hands with hot water over the sink. As she reaches for the paper towels, she sees the stall door behind her slowly open. Scott stands behind her, completely exposed, wearing only a shirt and his shoes. He is hard. She turns and begins to speak, but he’s already on her, hands at her throat once again in a familiar way that she remembers from just yesterday. She whispers the word “no” but he doesn’t slow down. When she looks at the door to the bathroom, she realizes that he hasn’t locked the deadbolt and there’s a chance someone may walk in on them but at this point she doesn’t even care; he’s inside her and she’s bent over the bathroom vanity. He pounds into her so hard that her feet lift from the ground. He’s deeper than ever, completely inside of her, like she has never felt before. Her head hits the mirror so hard that she’s sure the mirror has cracked. It leaves a bruise almost instantly that starts throbbing, and she feels slightly dizzy. He continues at her, thrusting and grunting. Sweat is pouring from his forehead.
    Renae’s head cracks against the mirror one last time as Scott groans. As soon as he’s finished, he is gone. This leaves Renae standing in the bathroom alone, staring at herself in the mirror with fluids leaking down her leg, wondering what just happened.
     
    ***
     
    The airport is surprisingly quiet, which is good because Renae’s head is pounding. Perhaps from being struck against the bathroom