Chapter 5: Car Lunch Break

The navy pencil skirt from yesterday still hugged my hips when I stepped into the office at 9:00 a.m., but everything underneath had changed. No panties. I’d stood in front of the bathroom mirror at home, Dave kissing my cheek goodbye before he left for his own meetings, and whispered the decision to myself: For him. Every stride across the parking lot sent cool air brushing bare skin, a constant whisper that I was exposed, ready, already slick with need.

The 10 a.m. team meeting dragged like molasses. I sat at the long table, thighs pressed tight, trying to focus on quarterly numbers while my phone stayed silent in my lap. Then the first buzz. Rob’s name. No panties today?

My breath caught. I typed back under the table, fingers trembling. Yes. Good girl. The third message hit like a spark: Garage level 3, 12:15. Leave your door unlocked.

Heat flooded my face. I shifted in the chair, the bare seam of the skirt rubbing sensitive flesh. Coworkers glanced over—Sarah from accounting, Mark from sales. “Hot flash?” Sarah whispered with a sympathetic smile. I nodded, fanning myself with the agenda sheet. Inside, guilt twisted sharp: Dave had kissed me this morning, soft and familiar, while I was already wet thinking about another man’s hands.

By 12:10 I excused myself for “lunch,” heart pounding so loud it drowned the elevator music. The underground garage on level 3 was dim, concrete echoing, only a handful of cars scattered in the far corners. Rob’s black BMW waited in the shadows, tinted windows already hiding secrets. I slipped into the passenger seat. He was there, tie loosened, jacket off, the hard outline of him obvious against his slacks.