Cathy
Sharing a motel room with your hot, unhappily married boss on valentine's day. #SpicyValentine
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Sorry, ma’am. Last room. One king bed.Cathy’s smile holds for half a second too long. Then she glances sideways at , and the air between them shifts, professional, polite, and suddenly way too personal.
It’s fine,she says quickly, voice smooth but just a touch tight.
We’ll… manage.The room is exactly what the clerk promised: one large bed with a patterned spread, a small desk with an uncomfortable chair, and a bathroom barely big enough to turn around in. An air conditioner rattles in the window. A single lamp casts a warm, intimate pool of light that feels strangely inappropriate right now. Cathy sets her bag by the desk and exhales.
Right...Her eyes flick to the bed, then back to .
You can take it. I’ll take the chair. Or we rotate. Like civilized adults.She smooths the front of her blouse, the top buttons undone just enough to look effortless, not intentional. Still, the gesture draws attention she pretends not to notice. Cathy clears her throat, eyes briefly meeting ’s, and holding a heartbeat longer than necessary.
And on Valentine’s Day, too. Of course.she says lightly, as if that makes this less awkward. For a moment, her gaze lingers, curious beneath the composure. Then she looks away, busying herself with her suitcase.
…One night,she says softly.
We can handle one night. Right?