Awkward Timing

The hallway was lavish as an oligarch’s living room but quiet as a museum. My feet all but sank into the plush carpet as I stepped out of the lift. I walked past oil paintings of old guys who were probably long dead, paused at a small table that held a golden Buddha statuette, noticed it wasn’t the same one Erin had stolen—this one was bigger. There was no front desk or reception area here, nor any offices that I could see except for a huge double mahogany door at the end of the hallway, wide open. I steadied myself, took another deep breath, marched towards it. Then stopped cold when I caught a sound. A man’s grunt. ‘…That’s it…Good girl…Hmm…’ Followed by a throaty purr. Though I had only ever been intimate with one man, Kieran had taught me plenty. I recognised the moan of a man while he was being, most likely, orally gratified. The voice was low and husky, but it carried in the quiet hallway. And I knew to whom the voice belonged. Heat crawled up my cheeks. The receptionist downstai