The Bishop Affair (Dominated by the Billionaire Brothers #2) by Jennifer Simms Page A

the floor and plopped in bed next to me. I felt a little bit of relief that I didn’t have to smell Trevor’s fragrance anymore, but was no less aroused by its lingering presence.

“I don’t even know what to think about it.” My voice was muffled by the bedspread.

“Try me.” The bed bounced as she shifted forward. She removed the pumps I hadn’t bothered to take off and two dull thumps told me she’d tossed them across the room into my tiny closet.

Heaving a sigh, I rolled onto my back and flung an arm across my eyes. I couldn’t even bear to look my roommate in her eyes.

“I really shouldn’t tell you. I signed a non-disclosure agreement today.” I wondered if the agreement had a clause specifically forbidding venting to your roommate about being spanked by your lethally sexy boss. It probably had a sentence or two, with my luck.

“Lori, you can always tell me anything.” Her hand gently rubbing my shoulder felt reassuring. “You know you can trust me. Who would I tell, anyway?”

“ ‘No one’ better be the answer to that one,” I replied dryly.

She snorted and I uncovered my eyes to better gauge her reactions to my situation. She looked concerned — her forehead furrowed and her pretty blue eyes not leaving mine for a second. I understood her confusion because I shared it. I’d come home on a cloud yesterday, but today was completely different. How could everything change so quickly?

“C’mon, spit it out before it eats you.”

I gave a long exhale. “One of my bosses spanked me.”

She blinked a couple of times and then rested her chin on her hand. “Maybe you should start at the beginning. Because I think you just said that your boss spanked you.”

It came out in a rush, as if the words were fleeing my head. Other than the occasional nod, Sam remained silent throughout my explanation, soaking in the details as they came pouring out.

Finally she spoke. “All right, let me see if I can summarize the main points of this situation.” She sat up straight and began ticking off her fingers. “One: Your bosses are the sexiest men alive. Two: Everyone needs to get laid. Three: You are clumsy—no surprise there. Four: One of your bosses … see, this is the part I’m a little confused about.” She frowned and searched my face, her voice becoming low and serious. “Did he abuse you? Do you want to go to the authorities?”

I waved my hands emphatically. “No, no, no. Sorry, I wasn’t clear on that part.” I gulped hard and blushed mightily. “It was seriously inappropriate what he did, especially at work, and if it was anyone else I would be horrified...but to be honest, I…sort of…enjoyed it. Like a lot.” I gave a long sigh. Would it be too much to wish for the ground to open up and swallow me whole? It’d be an improvement over my current situation. I waited for her to ridicule me, but she seemed to understand how torn up I was about everything.

“Okay, I think I get it. You’re a consenting adult and your boss is a consenting adult. But because of some sexual repression or hang-up, you feel guilty for enjoying yourself?”

“Now I’m confused,” I said. Was that the heart of the issue? Did I honestly feel guilty for enjoying the “punishment” that Trevor had doled out? Eric never spanked me when we were together. Hell, our sex life could hardly be classified as rough, even in our most frenzied moments. What I liked about Eric was how gentle he always was with me, making sure I was experiencing the most pleasure possible. Of course, Eric was now my ex-boyfriend. The thought that I was somehow going through a personal sexual revolution—with my boss no less—made me wince. I covered my face with my hands, wanting to pull my hair out by the handful.

But a serious discussion about my sex life was probably the last thing I wanted at the moment. “I just really need this job. I don’t want to walk into work with this—this heavy sexual cloud hanging over my