rme

u

e glass walls of my office

isper it.

it could've cost us a multi-million-dollar partner. I don't to

fired

hing. I roll my shoulders back and pour a shot of espresso from the machine behind m

ce is to

ld be focused on the shareholder report, on the quarterly piv

I'm

nking about the

ith the boldness of a poker player and the dre

s about to swallow your pride, so we

t her to do it. If I see her again. Fuck

Just a release. But God damn, it's a body that

ked for my number like it was a game. Said "A

t fuckin

e wrapped in sweat. Her mouth didn't shut up, not until I buri

ou're ju

at I made her say it again whil

never break. A little envelope, no name, n

her a not

nk

fucking

ack to the desk. The board files a

focus,"

spiraling since I took this damn job. Since the press started calling me Lucien's Le

e assist

ne in here. Temporary secretary. I don't ca

s,

jacket off, toss it ove

, so I roll them up, un

bout her. And it still doesn't get her out of my

m up here. The whole strip, glittering and pathetic. Las Vegas, where il

d on the glass

behind me and

n. Too distinct to be coincidence. My

must be over i

rn s

ther folder clutched like a shield. Her wild chest-nut brown hair back, barely. Her f

drops. Heavy and sudden, like it

zes, and

ws what

u

jaw and straighten my back. I

d soap opera. Her gaze flicks to me again. There's s

ands still and see her shift

on. "Close the door," I ins

he click of her door fee

wore I'd never see again. T

body won't l

block out the sudden flood of imagery: her p

, fast and dirty, like a virus I can't debug. That's the thing with being hypersexual. It's not just hunger -

h I can't even scratch in

, harsher th

er legs pressed together, he

ice. I hate that

s derail before I can stop them, that same thick thigh I gripped as I made my way to her slick, trem

ing

it down. Did she see

nd to introduce herself. Maybe she's

's not t

ame. And now she's mine, in a way that has nothing

etary and cur

sn't come with an off sw

k am I suppo