I’m Supposed to Help My Husband’s Clients

Wyatt told me to take him out. He wanted me to show him around. He said, quote, "give him a good time," unquote. But he couldn't have meant this — we were having a little too much fun, I think. It wasn't altogether professional of me. I guess I should have tried to show a little more self-control. But my husband didn't help things, the way he set them up.

Tristan pulled me back into him, twirled me around with his hand over my head, and made me spin into him and up against his body far too closely. The lights were mesmerizing, rising and falling and blinking, and the music was beat-heavy and droning — it vibrated me to the core of my gut.