Panic bloomed in Grace's chest. It was one thing to sneak away for secret meetings, but this… this was something else entirely.
"I… I think Ted's already getting suspicious, Ross," she admitted, her voice quiet. She swallowed, glancing away. "I've been with you every weekend. He's bound to notice sooner or later."
Ross chuckled, completely unconcerned. He reached for her chin, tilting her face up until their eyes met. "Let him suspect," he said smoothly. "That's better than him knowing just how wild and naughty you've become in my bed."
Grace's face burned, but she couldn't deny the truth in his words.
Ross smirked, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. "You're coming, Grace. Don't disappoint me."
She swallowed hard, torn between fear and the undeniable pull he had over her.
In the end, she knew she had no choice but to agree.
***
"I'm going on a team-building seminar with the company, Ted. I'll see you on Monday, okay?" Grace lied to her husband for the umpteenth time.
