Submissive

Now he had a dilemma. He really wanted to check out her office, just to make certain that she was indeed living in the building. He had his ladder strapped to the overhead rack of the truck. It would only take him a few minutes to pop up one of the drop ceiling panels, hoist himself over the office wall and drop down into her office.

‘You already know she is living here. You’ve seen her car here late at night and in the same spot early the next morning. You would be invading her privacy. And what if you left some incriminating evidence behind; how would you explain yourself. How would she feel about you then? Worse still what if she walked in on you while you were in there snooping around?’

He had finished bringing out the last of his tools and was just sweeping the bits of cinderblock and dust, that were scattered on the floor, into a dustpan, when he felt, more than heard that he was no longer alone. Turning quickly, he found her leaning against the frame of the hallway door.

“Don’t