"I guess." I shrug my shoulders. "I hadn't really labeled it." "And you're good with him fucking a different woman every night of the week?" She pulls her lips across her teeth in a grimace. "I'm not going to think about that," I lie. It's all I've thought about since I left Nathan's hotel room last night. Was I really okay with having sex one night a week with a man who was fucking most of Manhattan the other six nights? "The sex must have been phenomenal for you to agree to that." She rolls her eyes. "I would have just taken what I got and ended it." "I haven't even decided if I'm going back." Lie number two. I was already craving his touch again and the thought of waiting almost a week to feel his body inside of mine was causing withdrawal. I had to make myself come in the shower this morning just to find the focus I needed for this meeting with Cassandra, Rebecca's boss. "You can go in now." Rebecca glances at the clock on the wall above her desk.
