Presley is avoiding me. Again. We’re back to square one. She’s made it a point to take any path in the office that doesn’t cross my door. I haven’t seen her for longer than three seconds at a time all week long. She’s just working hard, I keep telling myself.
P“Extra points for giving good head.”
“Extra points for giving good head.”What the f**k was that? I completely reverted to the frat boy I never intended to be. Speaking of which—
“Got a sec?” Oliver asks, poking his head through my doorway.
I’ve been staring at my in-box, unable to focus on any one task long enough to do work. A second won’t hurt. I wave him in.
As always, Oliver makes himself at home right away. In less than a minute, the door is closed and ice is clinking at the bottom of a fresh glass of scotch. With a heaving
