utive wing is just down the hall. It's usually off-limits after
they going to
people for far more minor infractions. There's practically a trail o
om A, Conference Room B, the supply closet where I once caught two
s office, complete with gleaming leather couches and a view of the lake that I hav
n wrapped in Tom Ford suits and an ego with its own gravitational field. To be fair, it's
m is that he kno
that he never, ever l
, he goes through romantic partners even faster. Given the way half the
nyway-so yes, I have noticed that he is unfairly attractive in that way that makes you angry at genetics f
osition I currently occupy only became available in the first place because he gave th
has to go home sometime. Probably to his Gold Coast penthouse with its wraparound vi
is. I wouldn't be surprised if h
upid, but I feel almost giddy. Like I'm getting away with something. I'm reclaimi
can do this. I can adapt. I can overcome all things through spite and stubbo
h
that is definitely not a wall or a piece of furniture or any inanimate
s amount of muscle. The kind of torso that suggests its owner either has a serious
my hands there. My brain short-circuits
for people who've just realized they've replied-all to the enti
t, the worst-
s looking at me with that trademark blend of scorn and weariness that he does so we
or me, he wears
No one outside of Henry Cavill should have a chin
be the brows are also at fault here. They slice above his blue eyes, two cliffs overlooking two icy mountain lakes, set on either side
face is guilty of letting him get away w
a baritone rumble. "Care to
sing this exact moment to notice that he has a small scar just below his left collarbone, and a tattoo on his left pec, and a lig
nearly lose my balance. "I wasn't-
rs. So squeaky and shrill. Somewhere down th
s up. "Generally, that's what h
ine at
." He tilts his head. "Which brings us to the more interesting question: Why
th. Close it.
ree months, so I thought I'd practice navigating the office and accident
testing
results sa
dates women with billboards of their faces and sexually explicit pop songs on the radio. He is genetically incapable of
ss." I start to turn. "I shou
. "And your solution to this long d
long, compl
ter. I eat complicated for breakfast. Usually with a
had my hands all over my boss's chesticles-I feel my lips twitch in
close, close enough that I can see the fain
t, the terror, the bane of my existence and
second, I consi
've never gotten one of those, not once, not ever-I've gotten food stamps and bruised shins and syrup-less lattes, and I've worked until my eyes ached and my fingernails cracked for nothing but pitiful pennies, but I did it because I had to, because someone has to, because it's a brutal world and th
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