Chapter Four
On Monday morning I’m the first one at my desk, my bag unpacked, my computer booted up, a Starbucks latte in front of me. The weekend was full of torment as my brief marriage with Dean Bennett played like a black and white flashback from the movies. Unfortunately, our reel contained more dark moments than happy. Still, even though I should have learned my lesson with my short stint of being a Mrs., the magnetism between us was alive and kicking Friday evening.
I will say, but I’ll deny, deny, and deny if it’s repeated…memories of my no-good ex were my mental stimulation when I was turning on my unicorn c**k vibrator this weekend.
“Hello?” Hannah yells into the office.
“I’m in here,” I call out, not getting up from my seat because I have the dreaded task of telling Hannah w
