Sarah paced the length of her office and clenched her hands into fists so hard her nails dug into her palms. Her office was fairly new and the smells of new carpeting and wood added to the headache building at her temples. “Sonofabitch.” Yesterday, after his statement, Drew had left her standing in the doorway and strode around his desk to sit in his chair. He had opened his date book and studied it. She had stared at him, incredulous. Her body had still hummed from their “workout” and she had to grip the doorframe to stand straight. He’d glanced up, his expression the same as if they’d had a normal workout. “Tuesday next week?” he asked without the slightest hint in his voice about what had just happened. “Fuck you,” she’d said with venom under her breath. “You just did,” he’d replied, not even fracturing his calm expression. “I’ve got you down on the calendar for your regular workout.” Sarah stopped pacing and clenched her teeth as hard as she was clenching her hands as she stared at her desk.
