Not-so-angelic little angel

Curtis

Sending Angelica away was the only way I could possibly get any work done. She was already a distraction before she changed into that seductive dress. I wanted to peel it off her more than anything, but I also wanted to get through the next six months without a hitch and if possible, part ways on a peaceful note where the house is secure, Angelica gets her lump sum of alimony, total win-win.

Except, something had changed. A week ago, I was looking forward to getting through with it and be done but now, I wasn’t so certain anymore. The longer I knew her, the closer I wanted to be to her.

Knowing what would happen if she stayed in my office looking like she did and smelling like my new favorite scent, I knew it was best if she stayed as far from me as possible. She would probably find Siren to have a chat—two birds, one stone. I wasn’t ready for Siren’s annoyance tonight either.

I was even less ready for Giancarlo’s video call. As usual, it wasn’t a choice whether or not I wa