The Office Call

Claire's fingers trace the edge of the belt hidden under Warren's shirt, her eyes steady on his. 'I'll call your office right now,' she says, her phone already in her other hand, thumb hovering over the keypad. Warren's hand closes around the key in his pocket, the metal warm from his skin, as he tries to find a lie that won't crumble. The wig lies between them, a blonde accusation, and the belt buckle presses cold against his spine, waiting for her to find it.