Outside, autumn rain drifted down in gentle sheets.

The raindrops drummed against the window, composing a soft, beautiful symphony.

Inside, the atmosphere grew warm and intimate.

Though Timothy hadn't crossed any lines with Sheila, her mind was already

spinning with anticipation.

Being this close to him, feeling the heat radiate from his body, his skin pressed to hers-it set her heart aflame.

His masculine scent enveloped her completely.

Timothy pressed his forehead to Sheila's with almost unbearable tenderness, his voice a low murmur. "Jessy..."

Sheila's anger flared. So, Jessica really was all he cared about.

"Be good from now on, alright? No more fussing," he whispered, loosening his tie, revealing the sharp line of his throat.

Sheila knew perfectly well that Timothy's heart belonged to Jessica.

She'd even started using the same shampoo and perfume as Jessica, hoping he wouldn't notice any difference when she was near, saying nothing at all when she entered the room.

But knowing he spoiled Jessica so much, even his voice turning soft and seductive just for her, made Sheila burn with jealousy.

Sheila more determined not to let this chance

resisting him for once, and the dark

she pushed

bitten her own tongue

forcing her-not until Jessica started

Sheila didn't fight him off. That, in itself, was enough to

his hands,

stay with me tonight,

above hers, about

the door burst

Sallie barged in.

stopped dead at the sight of Timothy

froze for a heartbeat, then stormed

collar and hauled him upright, slapping him hard across the face. "Have you lost your

arm, shrinking behind

slap snapped Timothy out of his daze. He glanced up, saw Sallie,

got close to Jessy, someone

frustration. Being caught like

frustauld mortify Jessica. He

closer, glaring. "What are you

Sallie yanked Sheila away from Timothy's

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