‘So it was business,’ I said. My lips tried to make it a question, but it came out as deadpan confirmation. ‘The whole time you were together, it was business.’

‘Not the whole time. She was a fantastic lay—well, you of all people know that. You saw. How good are you? It’s not like I can go by Odell.’

‘Fantastic,’ I shot back. ‘For the right girl.’

‘I’ll add revenge to your motivation,’ he said, chuckling again. ‘You want to pay her back, I know you do. You hate the hypocrisy, you hate that she’s crying her eyes out when you know she cheated on me. And guess what? The hilarious thing is, I didn’t fuck around on her at all! And look at what a villain you’re making me out to be. Fucking hilarious.’

This was getting me nowhere.

‘Please, will you tell me what it was all for?’

‘Make it worth my while.’

I looked at him hard, dragging out the suspense a little, but both of us knew it was going to happen. I was in a short grey wool skirt, and in two seconds, I reached under the hem and pulled down my panties, offering them to him as a trophy. He smugly shook his head and tossed them aside. He gripped me by the waist, lifting me like a dancer to the perch of his desk. My skirt rode up, and he had a view of my pussy. We didn’t kiss at all. His fingers slid up the inside of my thigh, and then he was fingering my petals, stroking me and summoning my juices. Slipping inside me, then out again to tease the bud of my clit, back inside my vagina to sink a little deeper, explore a little more. Two of his fingers inside me now, pushing and retreating, his eyes locked with mine, his face very close so that he could listen to the sound of my ragged breathing. He wanted my heart to flutter. He wanted response.

Withdrawing his hand, he reached out and ripped open my blouse, laughing at my shock.

‘Don’t worry, Erica left a couple of tops here. You can wear one home. Hey, maybe she’ll even ask you how you got it.’