Chapter Eight

Mr. Craft’s office door was closed when I came back from the bathroom. Mindy continued to give me a pep talk up the stairs and into our department. She was more thrilled than I was about my actions with Craft. Of course, she wanted more details, but I wasn’t ready to share. She didn’t need to know how massive his cock was, and that he actually knew how to use it. I shuttered at the thought of him slipping in and out of me, still feeling the warmth from the heat between my legs.

Focusing on my computer screen wasn’t an easy task. Not when I could hear murmurs coming from Mr. Craft’s office. I winced recalling Mindy telling me she heard the two of us.

Was I really that loud?

I rubbed my eyes with my palms. I should go home and look through the want ads so I wouldn’t have to face him again. I felt empowered after Mindy’s pep talk, but now, I was regretting my actions even more.

The murmurs from Craft’s office became louder, and I was intrigued. It was definitely his voice, and he wasn’