Twenty minutes after Lizard bothered me, Zeb Carlow made his way inside my cube, up to my desk, and asked, “Charlie, can I speak to you in private for a moment?”
Frankly, he could have done anything he wanted to with me. Some guys were cute. Others were handsome. Zeb just happened to be hot, someone I wanted to touch, kiss, and…
I agreed, following him into the conference room, which sat perpendicular to my small cube. Once inside the room, he closed the door behind us. He sat on one side of the oblong table, and I sat on the other side.
He stared at me with his beautiful blue eyes, grinned from ear to ear, and said, “We have a little problem.”
I briefly looked away and at the murky Ohio River, then to the man of my dreams, and asked, “What kind of problem?”
He knew about my ogling an
