8
Small Dick
Lunch was uneventful.
Clay wasn’t much of a comforter to begin with, and Gigi looked like the last thing she wanted was for someone to comfort her. In fact, she seemed more like the type of girl to drown herself in alcohol instead of talking about her problems. And that was exactly what she did. The double shot of vodka had multiplied to the point where he actually had to cut her off. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever done that for someone before. But, Christ, they still had work to do that afternoon.
“I don’t want to go back,” Gigi said. She had her hand on her forehead. “I can’t stand another grueling day in that building.”
“You don’t like it?” he asked. He had just paid the check and was trying to urge her out of her seat.
“Oh, I f*****g love it. Why else would I have gotte
