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Michaela had prepared for the meeting and felt confident it would go without a hitch. Lord Spencer was a respectable man and a good business partner. What she did not prepare for was the sudden sensation of cold hands on her ankles beneath the desk.
Michaela's entire body went rigid. Her eyes flew downward, though the desk's prevented her from seeing what she already knew with absolute certainty. Francesca had not left the office at all. She had hidden herself beneath the desk, in the shadowed space where Michaela's legs rested, and was now touching her.
"Lady Kilmartin." He bowed. "Thank you for seeing me today."
Francesca's hands were sliding up her calves now, pushing the fabric of her red dress higher with agonizing slowness. "Please, let us start."
As Spencer settled further into the chair opposite, Michaela gripped the arms of her own chair with white-knuckled force. What was Francesca thinking? This was madness. Absolute madness.
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Consider this an unofficial two-chapters sequel of grief-bound tension aka what they are up to (in the bedroom) a couple years after they get together officially
I might add other chapters later but for now two chapters it is