My sunglasses are firmly in place when I walk into my office the next day.
“Hi, Ande!” I cringe and shut my eyes for a moment after Tabitha, our peppy receptionist, greets me. “The clients aren’t here yet. Trevor told me to assure you the minute you walked in.”
“Thanks, Tabitha,” I murmur and sip my coffee, hoping it works its magic and makes this hangover disappear.
I sit in my chair and my head feels as if it weighs a thousand pounds, so I rest it on my desk for a moment.
“Knock, knock. I knew you’d be in bad shape.” Trevor walks into my cubicle. Though I usually love the smell of his cologne, this morning it’s making me nauseated.
“I just needed a little more sleep.”
“That Tedi, she’s a pusher.”
I peek one eye open to find Trevor looking very presentable and not at all like he en
