REBECCA

The smell of the coffee shop usually made me feel grounded, but right now, the aroma of roasted beans was being drowned out by the pungent scent of sweat and raw sex.

I was pinned against the cold, tiled wall of the employee bathroom, my breath hitching as my boss, Mr. Sterling, loomed over me like a shadow.

He didn't look like the professional man who ran the most successful cafe in the district anymore.

His tie was loosened, his sleeves were rolled up to reveal corded forearms, and his eyes were dark with a hunger that both terrified and thrilled me.

"You’ve been asking for this all week,...