Chapter 1
"Shit," Violet muttered running her hands through her hair. "Shit, Shit, Shit"
Quietly she shut the door to her office and sank into the closest chair.
She had no idea how her world had spun out of control. What was she thinking? Her and Pete? She felt like it was all just a dream…a very real dream.
She closed her eyes and sank even further into the thickly padded chair. Pete had gone after Meg. They had been caught and it was all over for them now. She didn't want it to be over. She could still feel his lips on her bare skin. She could still feel his touch and how he had made her weaker with every caress.
Her eyes snapped open.
"You're crazy" she whispered to herself. How could she possibly think that Pete Wilder would go for someone like her. She was neurotic, and oh so lonely.
It shows. She thought to herself as she pulled herself out of the chair. Sighing she picked up her next client's file. Thumbing through it, she tried to put thoughts of Pete out of her mind. He needed someone like Meg in his life. A strong, independent woman. But Pete was so much like her; lonely to the bottom of his soul.
Maybe I can hide in here for the rest of the day, she thought knowing that it wouldn't be possible. There was no way to avoid Pete. Everyone would know about their tryst by the end of the day. There was no way to escape that. Violet braced herself for the inevitable and waited for her patient to arrive.
Pete scrambled down the stairs after Meg hoping to catch her before she got off the elevator and walked out the door. He knew she would be fuming.
Why didn't I just say something at dinner, his mind screamed. He hated doing this to her, but something about his night with Violet just felt right.
"Meg, wait!" He grabbed her arm and she yanked it away from him. The look in her eyes was cold.
"I know you're angry with me," he said "Please hear me out."
"I'm not sure I want to listen to anything you have to say" she replied icily.
"I wanted to tell you last night…"
"No you didn't, or you would have."
"Do you know how hard it is for me when you leave? I get so lonely that I don't know what to do with myself. Violet is here. She listens to me. She is my friend."
"She looked like more than a friend to me," Meg stared at him.
Pete just stood blinking back at her.
"What do you want me to say?" he managed to ask.
"I want you to tell me the truth. What did I just see Peter? Two friends don't share a passionate kiss in a closed office! Your blinds were closed for christ's sake!" She yelled turning away from him.
He grabbed her arm again, spinning her around to face him. He could see the hurt written all over her face. At a loss for words he let her go.
"That's what I thought," she said. With that, she turned and walked out of the building.
Pete watched her go. At first he had an overwhelming urge to run after her but his feet seemed planted in the lobby. He wandered to an empty chair and sat down with his head in his hands.
His mind wandered to a few short nights earlier. They had been vunerable. He remembered their first tentative kiss, and how they both had been so unsure of the others intentions. Her taste had comforted him and left him wanting more as their lips had met again. Fiercely this time.
His heart raced as he remembered the way she had stared up at him while he was sliding her shirt off. The way she had moaned in his ear when he touched her in all the right places.
Oh Violet.
He had just left her standing there. Without thinking he had run out of the office after Meg.
"Shit" he cursed to himself. He knew Violet would understand. He knew that she was probably in her office analyzing the whole scene in her head. He also knew that she would be avoiding him.
He stood up and walked over to the elevator. He couldn't let her avoid him. He needed to talk to her.