BETHANY

The marketing department is quiet except for the distant clicking of keyboards, muffled phone conversations, and the vibration of the air conditioning.

Normally, I thrive in this kind of atmosphere— where my colleagues aren't trying to strike up conversations with me—conversations that have absolutely nothing to do with work though.

My fingers were flying across the keys as I crush KPIs and work on quarterly reports.

But today, the data on my screen is like a fog of meaningless numbers.

My skin feels hot in a very familiar way. Every time I shift in my chair, the friction of my lace panties against my thighs sends a jolt of...