“Your case is pretty much closed.”
“Case? Is that what your company calls their clients’ problems?”
“It is. I know it sounds so FBI or X-Files, but it is what it is.” He winked at me, spread his legs somewhat. Did he purposely show off the mound of lumber there: two inches thick, cut cap in the sheer material, six inches long and soft; accented with two ping pong balls.
Did I lick my lips? Maybe. Yes. I did. Shame on me. What the f**k was I doing? Yes, he was handsome. And yes, I liked gingers. In fact, they were a weakness of mine. A total aphrodisiac. That didn’t mean we were going to get naked and ride each other’s sticks, though. We weren’t going to bang the bolognas together. Our afternoon wasn’t a date. He visited me because he was on business. Because of his job. It wasn’t a Tayl
