Mack had consumed my thoughts since that night in the car. While I was supposed to concentrate in the office, my skin tingled remembering his touch; my heart raced when I thought about how it felt to have him control my pleasure. If it wasn't for the fact that we were in the car park, we would have had sex in the car. We were all over each other, squashed in the car seat. The whole experience felt incredibly intimate and somehow liberating. I wanted him badly and couldn't even think about Claire and the fact that I was making another mistake.
I was attempting to finish an article about skyrocketing immigration in certain parts of Scotland, but so far I'd written only two sentences. Phil had finally given me something more ambitious this time around, well, according to him, but I still felt undervalued. I forced myself not to comment on his kind gesture. The truth was that I needed a job. Bills wouldn't pay themselves.