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And who had known that rule better than himself, the boss, as he’d entered Carrie’s hotel room last night, as he’d kissed her and held her and—

“We both know the rule, Mr. Cunningham,” Carrie said, her voice a mixture of hurt and anger. “So what was last night all about?”

He saw the sheen of tears in Carrie’s hurt green eyes, but he couldn’t tell her what he wanted to say. That last night was about feelings he’d never felt before, about a oneness he never thought possible. He should have said good-night at her door, but he’d said good-night as they were drifting off to sleep, naked and sated…