It’s Monday morning at Carroll and Associates, and although I’ve been at my desk sipping cold coffee and staring at a crowded in-box for nearly an hour, I’ve gotten approximately zero things done. I wish I could say I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I’d be lying if I said I couldn’t precisely pinpoint what my distraction is. He’s six foot three, chiseled as hell, mouth like a Dyson vacuum, and keeps infiltrating my thoughts.
No matter how daunting my email in-box is today, I can’t wrangle my mind into focusing on work without it wandering back to Friday night. I had no intention of hooking up with Teddy, but the second he pressed PLAY on that video, I knew my body would betray me.
I told myself it was a long time ago and I’d moved on, but watching us move together on video sent ele
