Charlotte toweled off in her steam-fogged bathroom. To her dislike, rubbing the thick cloth against herself made her lower body jiggle. She flung the white towel over a hanger and wiped off the moisture from the mirror with her...
I’d been stood up and it sucked. On a whim I’d swiped right on Tinder for a guy with a winning smile. We’d texted a couple of times and agreed to meet here. Now forty-nine minutes past our meeting time...
It was time to show him the side of me I’ve hidden for years, I told myself as I lifted a hand to knock on the door of my husband’s office. I’ve denied myself long enough. “Come in,” his...