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I didn’t stop. I’d spent two years keeping my mouth shut around this woman, and I wasn’t going to do it now.
The sauna door opened. Two women from Accounts stood there in towels with a bottle of water each, and they went absolutely still.
“Oh my God,” said one.
“Sorry!” said the other, and neither of them moved.
Kat raised her head from my throat, perfectly calm, one hand still between my legs under my towel. “Hello, Janine,” she said. “We’re nearly done in here.”
They fled. The door banged. I fell against her shoulder, laughing, and she laughed too, helplessly, her whole body shaking.
“That’s it,” I said. “It’ll be all round the hotel in ten minutes.”
“Good,” she said. “I want it to be.”
We walked out of the spa together, holding hands in our towels, past the pool, the bar and the whole Calloway Digital sales team, who lifted their glasses one by one like an honour guard. Tamsin, at the end of the bar, held up a tenner and mouthed, I won.
Kat’s room was on the top floor. She pushed me against the door of it and kissed me until I was dizzy. Then she took me to bed and fucked me with her fingers and her mouth, slowly and thoroughly and loud enough for the next three rooms to hear. I returned the favour. Twice.
On Monday, HR sent us both an email titled “Disclosure of Relationships”. Kat framed hers.
Ending 8 of 16: Public Knowledge. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.