Mic
F*ck this girl was something else. I couldn’t stop staring at the picture she sent. I really did have a f*cking permanent hard on. It’s been two hours since she sent that picture. I really needed something to take the edge off. I was supposed to be doing research on a new potential client.
Hey, I need you
Davis: Okay, I’ll sneak past grumpy pants.
I chuckled. Dawson was grumpy, and I knew it had all to do with Isha. He didn’t like that she was going to Vegas. If we didn’t have back-to-back meetings with potential clients today, I was sure we’d be on our private plane on our way to Vegas too.
My door clicked open and then closed. I watched Davis walk towards my desk. I hastily undid my slacks.
“Bend over the desk,” I demanded.
He dropped his pants and underwear and did as
