Walking into the clubhouse after bothering Carrigan at work, I'm sporting a stupid grin on my face again. I don't know what the f**k is wrong with me or what I'm doing. I just want to be near her more than usual.
"Either someone got a lunchtime blow job, or he just came back from seeing my sister," Shamrock says, sitting at the bar with a burger in front of him.
"Would you freak out if I said it was both," I quip, eyeing him with a smirk.
His face deadpans, and that look right there is part of why I won't move on Carrigan. "You might be my VP and best friend, but if you want my sister to suck your c**k, the bar is not the place I approve of. How would you feel if I told you I f****d your sister in one of the auto bays?"
Now my face tightens. "I'd knock you the f**k out becaus
