She wants to start fresh tomorrow. There’s a meeting we have to take, and we can go from there. I have a lot to get prepared before we can meet tomorrow.
It was pure torture sitting across from her. There’s something about her that calls out to me, and I don’t like it. She isn’t my wife, so there should be nothing there. Yet, why was I sitting there imagining her across her desk while I pump in and out of her? Sh.it! This isn’t good. Maybe I should use tonight to get close to my wife in preparation for tomorrow.
I hurry out of Ms. Evan’s office and jump into the elevator. My mind is stuck on how I can get myself prepared mentally. What should Natasha and I do that will keep my mind off of Ms. Evans? Hell, is there anything that can be done at all?
The ding of the elevator pulls me fro
