Andrea walked towards her desk opposite Henry’s office, her heart hammering so hard she was sure the entire floor could hear it. Her cheeks were still warm, lips tingling from Henry’s kiss, and the memory of Lindsay’s shocked face burned behind her eyes. She kept her head high and walked straight toward her desk, heels clicking sharply against the marble, but inside she was spiraling.

“Lindsay saw everything. She saw me pressed against the table, Henry’s hands on me. She’s going to tell someone. Eleanor or probably the whole office again. Oh my God…my reputation is finished before it even started.”

She had barely reached her cubicle when a firm...