Powerplay by Cher Carson Page B

Like I said, I was concerned.”
    Allison crossed her legs, folding her hands over her knees. “Just friends, huh?” Her eyes drifted to Jen’s engagement ring. “He told me everything, Jenna.”
    Jen turned to face Allison, the color rising in her cheeks. “He told you everything?”
    Allison smiled. “Okay, maybe not everything, but he told me enough. I know how he feels about you.”
    Jenna reached for a tissue on a nearby table, fisting it in her hand. “I screwed up, Allison.”
    She smiled, patting Jenna’s thigh. “So, what are you going to do to fix it?” 
    Jenna bit her lip, trying to swallow her pride. “Do you think he would give me another chance?”
    Allison grinned. “There’s only one way to find out, honey. Ask him yourself.”
    Jenna looked down at her clasped hands. “There’s something I have to do first. Will you tell my friend Callie that I had an errand to run and I’ll call her later? She drove me here, but she doesn’t have to wait around for me.”
    “Sure, I’ll tell her,” Allison said. “Do you need a ride somewhere?” She nodded her head toward the small group still talking. “I can ask my husband to give you a lift.”
    “No, thanks, I can grab a taxi downstairs.”
    “Okay.” Allison reached into her bag and retrieved a notepad and pen, handing it to Jenna. “Give me your number. I’ll call you as soon as he wakes up, okay?”
    Jenna scribbled her number on a piece of paper and handed it back to Allison. “Thank you so much.” She smirked. “I have to admit, I was afraid you were going to tell me to get lost.”
    Allison laughed. “My brother would want you here.” Her smile fell. “That’s good enough for me.” She reached over to give Jenna a quick hug. “Good luck.”
    The short ride to the restaurant gave Jenna time to prepare her speech. She knew exactly what she wanted to say to Kevin.
    “Would you mind waiting for me?” she asked the taxi driver. “I shouldn’t be more than twenty minutes.”
    He shrugged, reaching for a folded newspaper on the seat. “I gotta keep the meter running, lady.”
    “No problem, I understand,” she said, reaching for the door handle.
    “It’s your dime,” he said, reaching for a cup of take-out coffee.
    She opened one of the heavy, etched glass doors and walked into the elegant restaurant. She waited as a couple spoke to Sarah, the hostess.
    Once the couple stepped aside, Jenna approached the hostess stand. “Hi, Sarah, is Kevin around?”
    The girl’s face drained of color. “Uh, I think he’s in his office, Jenna.”
    “Great, thanks.” Jenna headed down the long hall, which contained doors to the kitchen, storage rooms, restrooms, and Kevin’s office. She knocked on the door quickly before opening it and popping her head in. “Kev, I need…”
    She stopped short when she saw him. He had a voluptuous red-head bent over the desk, pounding her. “Ohmigod.”
    He pulled out the second he saw her, reaching down to pull up the pants pooling around his feet. “Jen, shit, I…”
    “You didn’t even think to lock the door?” she asked, folding her arms as she surveyed the scene. The red-head flipped her short skirt down and stood up. No need to replace her panties since she clearly wasn’t wearing any.
    Kevin quickly tucked his shirt into his pants and fixed his belt before turning to face her. “Sweetheart, I can explain.”
    She turned to the other woman in the room. “How long has this been going on?”
    Kevin shot her a look that imparted his plea for her to keep her mouth shut.
    She shrugged, looking back at Jenna. “I don’t know, six months maybe.” She was a smart woman, clearly not willing to do his bidding.
    Jenna slipped her engagement ring off and tossed it to her. “I was gonna give this back to him, but I think I’ll give it to you instead. Do whatever you want with it: wear it, pawn it, I don’t care.” She smirked at Kevin. “Consider it payment for services rendered.”
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