We Meet, We Kiss, She Leaves, But In Between...
I had to get my rocks off, and she was exactly the right person for the job. Ambitious, busy, too busy for romance or time-consuming dates over coffee.
I tapped in a text and pressed send.
The office was empty except for me. I worked by the light of a desk lamp, a scene reminiscent of a murder mystery from back in the day.
You don’t know how hard it was to negotiate a shift from those automatic overhead lights that flood the place with high-energy glare.
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