CHAPTER SIXTEEN
TRAVIS
I’m not sure which is more distracting.
The choking sound Alyssa Crawford makes when she’s deep throating my c**k or envisioning Viola Fisher on her knees in front of me.
If I had to guess, I’d say it’s the latter.
After lunch, I silence my phone and hustle until four p.m. when Alyssa prances her little ass into my office.
“What do you want?” I ask.
She sways her hips and takes a seat on the edge of my cluttered desk. “I came to see if you wanted to have dinner tonight. We could write it off as a work expense.” She grins, twirling a black credit card in her fingers.
“I’m under the gun. Blake has doubled my workload,” I say without looking back up at her.
“Oh, come on, baby. You can take a little break.” Her baby voice makes my ears bleed. “You can’t be all w
