The guilt of what happened in my office was hanging over my head for weeks. Little did I know, Cari had been recording our encounter on her phone the entire time and she sent me the audio file on my business email. I was in agony listening to the things that I said about her and about Haley, and the sounds she made while I pleasured her right there on my desk. I knew I couldn’t let something like this happen again, but what could I do when she had this proof? On top of everything else I found a strange file on my computer full of nude and suggestive pictures of Cari that she found a way to leave there for me to find. She was tricky, sneaky, and she knew exactly what she was doing.
My situation was only made worse when Cari’s apartment flooded and Haley offered to give her our spare bedroom for a few weeks while she figured things out. All of this was sprung on me when I came home from work one day and found Cari sittin on the couch in nothing but a long white t-shirt. Her hair was wrapped in a towel and she was sprawled out on my couch with a magazine.