Blackmailed Between My Thighs - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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Caught Between Two Men...
Buzz! Buzz!
The sudden vibration in my pocket jolted me back to reality.
I pulled away from Nathan’s embrace, my fingers fumbling for my phone. Michael Watson lit up the screen.
The air between us thickened with awkward tension. Isabella finally broke the silence with a sigh. "You should answer that."
She grabbed Daniel’s arm, steering him back toward the storage room as I pressed the phone to my ear.
It was just Michael, my driver, checking if I needed a ride home.
The sheer normalcy of the conversation grounded me. After a quick exchange, I hung up, my head clearing—slightly.
Isabella had already smoothed out her clothes. "Something urgent?"
I nodded.
She exhaled, waving me off. "Go handle it. Don’t keep work waiting."
I almost told her to stop whatever she was doing—but the words stuck in my throat.
Hypocritical, much? I’d nearly lost control too.
Swallowing the mess of emotions, I retreated to my office to deal with the computer issue.
Michael, ever observant, leaned in with a hushed tone. "Ms. Lowell, you have noticed the extra security sweeps lately, right?"
I shrugged it off, but he kept going, fingers flying over the keyboard, oblivious to my stiffening posture.
"Last week’s sweep turned up hidden cameras—offices, storage rooms, even the restrooms. Most memory cards were gone, but they recovered one and sent it for analysis. Guess what was on it?"
My pulse hammered, but I kept my voice steady. "What?"
He glanced around before dropping his voice to a whisper. "Office hookups. Nothing scandalous... yet. But management’s losing it. They’re hunting whoever planted them before this blows up."
Buzz! Buzz!
The sudden vibration in my pocket jolted me back to reality.
I pulled away from Nathan’s embrace, my fingers fumbling for my phone. Michael Watson lit up the screen.
The air between us thickened with awkward tension. Isabella finally broke the silence with a sigh. "You should answer that."
She grabbed Daniel’s arm, steering him back toward the storage room as I pressed the phone to my ear.
It was just Michael, my driver, checking if I needed a ride home.
The sheer normalcy of the conversation grounded me. After a quick exchange, I hung up, my head clearing—slightly.
Isabella had already smoothed out her clothes. "Something urgent?"
I nodded.
She exhaled, waving me off. "Go handle it. Don’t keep work waiting."
I almost told her to stop whatever she was doing—but the words stuck in my throat.
Hypocritical, much? I’d nearly lost control too.
Swallowing the mess of emotions, I retreated to my office to deal with the computer issue.
Michael, ever observant, leaned in with a hushed tone. "Ms. Lowell, you have noticed the extra security sweeps lately, right?"
I shrugged it off, but he kept going, fingers flying over the keyboard, oblivious to my stiffening posture.
"Last week’s sweep turned up hidden cameras—offices, storage rooms, even the restrooms. Most memory cards were gone, but they recovered one and sent it for analysis. Guess what was on it?"
My pulse hammered, but I kept my voice steady. "What?"
He glanced around before dropping his voice to a whisper. "Office hookups. Nothing scandalous... yet. But management’s losing it. They’re hunting whoever planted them before this blows up."
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