Ten feet. That’s the distance between my marriage and my secret.To the outside world, I am Tiffanie the dutiful wife of a successful consultant. I make the coffee. I manage the schedule. I keep the penthouse immaculate.
But when my husband, Roy, retreats into his home office—behind the heavy, custom-installed soundproof door—I become someone else.
I am a massage therapist with a very exclusive client list. There’s Dante, the massive college quarterback who craves release. There’s Edgar, the older gentleman who pays for worship. There’s Liam, my husband’s arrogant rival, who wants to steal what belongs to Roy.
They come to my living room. They lay on my table. And while Roy types away at his spreadsheets just one wall away, oblivious to the moans and the scent of oil, I indulge in the kind of raw, reckless passion my marriage lost years ago.
I thought the soundproof wall was my safety net. I thought it protected my husband from the truth. But walls have ears. And silence is never as empty as it seems.
The Home Office Trilogy begins with a high-heat story of forbidden proximity, dangerous secrets, and a wife who plays a very risky game right under her husband's nose.