Chapter 5

Inside the study, Wright’s rage was a palpable force.

He pointed a finger at Lucia. "I told you to stay away from my wife. What possessed you to show up here?"

Unfazed, Lucia stepped closer and playfully undid the sash of his robe.

"The jet was too cramped. You weren't satisfied, were you? A girl brings you dessert and you’re still so grumpy," she purred.

A wicked smile played on her lips as she whispered, "You're not going to refuse a treat delivered right to your desk, are you?"

Wright stared at her, shocked. "Are you insane? My wife is right across the hall!"

Lucia didn’t flinch. "I know. The lights are out, she’s dead to the world," she said, her smile widening. "Besides, isn't this more thrilling?"

On the monitor, I watched his protests die. His resistance crumbled.

In the next frame, his robe was open. Lucia pointed to the new tattoo on his wrist. "Let me see it again," she murmured.