Simone couldn’t see the blonde’s face, but she didn’t really have to. The other woman would be beautiful in that cold, neutral way Elliott preferred. Perfect features. Blank expression. She’d be everything Simone wasn’t and would never be.Simone’s office, tucked into a corner wing on the twelfth floor of the L-shaped Montgomery Building, was angled perfectly so she could stare down into Elliott’s eleventh-floor office on the opposite wing. She’d noticed it first a few months ago when, working late, she’d stood to stretch and caught sight of him with a blonde on her knees between his legs. Simone had been hooked at once, going so far as to do a little building-directory research to figure out who he was. Elliott Anderson, partner at Ross, Anderson and Kirk, attorneys-at-law. Now she clicked off her light so he wouldn’t see her watching.Simone liked to watch.Elliott kissed the woman, backing her up toward the desk until her ass settled against it. His mouth never leaving hers, he moved between her legs to push her back.
