A Home For Christmas

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intercom. The woman is in her late 50s, has worked for me for the last four years, has barely ta

ck in an hour-long conversation with Eric from Eli Electronics. The guy has spent the las

ney left, right, and center on personal purchases. Even after he received several loans and investments, he's still a sinking ship, and a

alls, and an unexpected meeting with my accountant that made me want to bang my head against t

through a bush, and I'm guessing his day has been a shit show like my own. He slumps down in one of the chairs across from my desk and runs his hands through his always immaculate hair. Josh is no

brainer to make him the CEO of my company. He's a hard worker and always puts the company first, which is exactly the type of person that I need to

h means one thing... easy pussy!" Yeah, Josh is both vein and

get ready to forget today. "Don't act like you don't enjoy female company," he grunts as he smartens himself back up. He's no

l in fact, plus we both own a bike each, but I had a feeling we would be heading out tonight, so I called Bruno in advance. "Evening Mr Carter, Mr Evans

him when a drunk driver hit him off his bike. I miss Kent and no one will ever replace him, but Bruno is a good guy. He w

s ass the entire time he's driving me. I know that he's just being professional like he should be, but it drives me crazy. I get en

e. "Home Riley?" I shake my head "No, to Carlos, please, Bruno." he nods as he heads out into the traffic and towards down

ree buttons. My white shirt and gray suit pants now look more casual and Friday night-friendly. I'll throw my overcoat on when I get out. We're currently

spending the night with his newest friends with benefits." Zane owns Carlos, an Italian restaurant, and named the place after his late Grandfather who helped him build t

out able to catch her before she hits the floor. "Shit, I'm sorry!" I pull her in close to me to stop her fall and have to blink twice

ore quickly pulling away from me and disappearing into the crowd. "Did you smell her?" Josh's face of disgus

onversation around the table. Instead, my mind has been on that blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl that I bumped into ear

f my head. As soon as I lay down to sleep at night, I see her face and feel her body up against mine. I remember thinking that she was way too skinn

are of herself, but instead of feeling disgusted or just plain sorry for her, I find myself wanting to sco

nd not let her leave again. Jesus, I think I just need a few strong drinks and maybe even get myself laid