Best Intentions

Emily, of course, seemed entirely unfazed by what they’d had.

She was coolness personified and professional to the max—99 percent of the time at least.

But every now and then, maybe once in every four or five times they met somewhere in the

office, Emily’s composure slipped a tad, and her eyes flashed with the desire she’d expressed that night.

And every time they did, Jamie asked herself again why she’d stuck to her guns and turned her away.

Fantasies of Emily were her nighttime guilty pleasure. Over and over again, she played their movie forward from where they’d actually left off to where she imagined they would...