The message came at 7:42 p.m.

Office. All three of us. Don’t be late.

I finished the last email, locked my computer, and walked the quiet hallway on already-unsteady legs. My panties were damp before I even reached the corner office. The door opened as I approached. Adrian pulled me inside. Marcus and Grant were waiting, jackets off, the low light making the room feel private and inevitable. The lock clicked behind me.

No one spoke at first.

Adrian simply pointed at the floor in front of his desk. I dropped to my knees, unbuttoned my blouse, and pushed it off my shoulders. My bra followed. The cool air tightened...