Free Vegas Surrender by Sasha Peterson

not a millionaire so what do I know. “It’s one
you agreed upon. How about fifteen for this next
quarter?”
    “ Fine.”
    “ Good.”
    The phone went dead. What a jerk. Thankfully,
we’d never had another in person meeting outside of our initial
one; otherwise, he’d find out how much of the Help I
wasn’t.
    My head throbbed. A long hot bath with Daniel
would cure my woes. It was close to four so I’d respond to a few
more emails and swing by his office for date night. Tonight was
lady’s choice.
    I fired off my last message and grabbed my
purse. “Night, Kathy. Have a great weekend.” I gave her a wave and
pushed the metal bar on the door for my exit.
    The drive to his office couldn’t come fast
enough. Prior to dinner, I planned on having my dessert with him
right on top of the desk, or in his chair. I hadn’t made up my mind
yet. Either option will have his cock spreading my fragile
walls.
    I parked and made the short walk inside.
Daniel’s office was on the top floor, right up with the head
honchos. People milled about the building as I waited for one of
the three elevator doors to open. The light flashed across the
floors, taking its time to get to the lower level.
    The middle elevator dinged, and the doors
popped open. I stayed to the side as a rainbow of people stepped
off. When the car emptied, I stepped on.
    Brunette hair passed in front of the doors just
as they were closing. My head spun. I mashed the door open button
and hopped out into the hall. Desperately, I searched through the
wave a people trying to get another glimpse.
    I caught the brunette passing in front of the
information desk. She glanced over her right shoulder and back at
me. I felt a gut punch. The woman was Cynthia, no doubt about
it.
    “ Mrs. Ross, are you okay?” One of
Daniel’s associate’s kind eyes looked at me with
concern.
    “ I’m fine. I…” I glanced back at
the information desk. She was gone. “I’ve had a long day. Excuse
me.” I sidestepped him and ran as best as I could in my high heels,
out the front door.
    Cynthia didn’t appear in either direction.
She’d disappeared. I had no doubt it was her. Daniel had some
explaining to do. This wasn’t a coincidence. No way she’d come to
his place of business to see anyone else.
    I marched back inside and jammed the button for
the elevator. The doors slid open, and I stepped on. As the car
lifted me to his floor, my mind raced. Did she try the little stunt
she had with me? Spreading her legs for him to see.
    A wave of nausea hit me. I’d barely been able
to resist her. How could my husband? The way his eyes lit up during
our tryst, he’d yearned for more.
    The ride jerked to a halt. My shoulder caught
on the door in my haste to get to Daniel’s office. Heat rose to my
collar as I raced down the hall. Thankfully Marla, his personal
assistant, had already called it a day or she’d be caught in the
crossfire.
    “ You want to tell me what’s going
on?”
    His smile faded as I stormed in.
    “ Jen? What are you doing here?
What’s wrong?”
    “ What am I doing here? I’m your
wife, and I can come and go as I damn well please!” I crossed my
arms, daring him to tell me different. In that instant, it occurred
to me that Daniel and I never had an argument, disagreement yes,
but never a heated battle. He better hold on because here it
comes.
    I held my breath as my heart pounded against my
chest. The swinging of the metal pendulum on his clock hanging on
the wall caught my attention. With each sway, the second had nudged
forward. It neared the twelve. If this were the old west, I’d
probably have drawn my pistol. I doubt if I’d kill him, but I’d
surely make him dance. I let out the breath and waited.
    He covered the distance of the room and
extended his arms for our usual embrace. “I didn’t mean it like
that. It’s always fine for you to be here.”
    No. I needed to look into his eyes. They would
show me the truth. I snatched away. “Why was