She intended to take advantage of it. Kara looked down at her chest. Then she took hold of the denim band on her top, and acting as if it had slipped ...own, pulled it up. As it moved up, the small amount of material covering her breasts moved with it. The lace caught on her nipples, then jumped free. It had the same effect as someone teasing her nipples. They grew and got harder, causing the flimsy fabric to hang even further from Kara's body. Most significantly however, she had pulled the band. I'm going to miss you babe."As she hung up her heart was beating fast. The one thing she never wanted to happen was happening. What had she done to make Tim suspect her? She thought back, but couldn't think of anything she might have let slip. She went into Dave's office and told him about Brian's phone call."It is over Dave. No more playing. Tim will be watching me like a hawk now and I don't dare do anything that might give what we've been doing away." Don't worry sweetie. What goes on in. Eventually he secretly decided to move forward without notifying me. I didn’t find out in a dramatic fashion like walking in on him having sex or anything. What clued me in was the letter I found on his nightstand while I waited for him to come home. This is what it said: {Dear Carter, You are my last thoughts before I sleep. The memory of your touch is what helps me arise from bed each morning. Being in your presence is beyond any gift I have ever received. Waking up in your arms is more. ”“We’re not finished,” he said again, “and you know it. Dinner. At 7. I’ll pick you up at your shit-hole apartment.”“Patrick—”“Bye, Lover.”“Stop calling me that, you prick! I’m going to—”“Nina.” My boss’s cool voice interrupted my threat. My cheeks reddened and I heard hysterical laughter on the other end of the phone before an abandoning click.Slowly I put my phone down and tried to smile at him. “I’m sorry, sir. I was on the phone with a friend and he—”My boss waved a dismissive hand. “The.