CRIMSON
I walk out of the room, Gillian in tow and Tawny behind her.
Shit
I forgot all about Arnold coming to meet with us, the whole reason I needed to speak with Tawny. I have no idea what happened in there. How or why - I did what I did.
When Tawny told me she felt it every time I made love to Gillian, the guilt inside me filled my head with doubts and my heart ached for her discomfort. Pain that I had caused. The look in her tear-glazed eyes had my resolve breaking and I could think of nothing more than comforting her. Once in my arms, I could think of nothing else but being inside her, claiming her as mine. I wanted her for my own selfish reasons.
Was that the bond between us at work? An invisible thread drawing me to her? Whatever happened, whatever it was - it couldn’t and woul
