Chapter Six
She slips off my lap and we begin the ritual of putting ourselves back together. It shouldn’t surprise me, but it does, that there’s no awkwardness, or pretense. As if getting a little kinky and f*****g in my office was the most normal thing in the world.
I watch fascinated, as she dresses. Roxi is completely at ease with her body, and I swear, she knows I’m watching and enjoys it, putting extra sway in her hips as she shimmies into her slacks. The only awkward moment comes when she glances around, and I instantly know she’s looking for her firearm. I wonder what happened in her life to make her think of a g*n as an extension of her body.
I sit on the corner of the desk as she tucks her tee shirt into her pants. I cut to the chase. Small talk isn’t my forte. “Why are you rea
