Page 54 of My Enemy, My Obsession

I pant out a breath and whirl around, aware now that I’m in the wrong place with the wrong man. Business and pleasure do not mix. They never have and never will. I all but run to the elevator, and as I wait for the car to close, part of me wants Ethan to appear and explain all of this to me. But he doesn’t appear. When I’ve packed my bag and he’s still not in the room, my fears are confirmed. He left with her, and I’m the unfortunate mistake back in his room. The “bitch” in his room.

I write him a note:

Ethan, business and pleasure don’t mix. We both know it’s true. We both know this was a mistake. But thank you for everything.

Goodbye, Sofia.

I stare at what I’ve written, “Thank you for everything,” and cringe. I wonder if he’ll think I’m thanking him for the flowers or the orgasm, or something else? Whatever. It doesn’t matter. I head for the door, and then downstairs, and I hate how much a part of me still wants him to show up and whisk me off of my feet and back into his bed.

But he doesn’t.

THE END