To Trap A Kiss
Because if they knew the truth, that I was masturbating in my office like a horny, fucking teenager for my secretary, it would be an HR incident waiting to happen.
As soon as I finish my work day, I go to the club so I can work out some of my sexual frustration. I hate that Lauren doesn’t remember me. I hate that we’ve lost so much time. I hate that I will do whatever it takes to get her back. Because I made up my mind the minute that I saw her in that office that I am going to get her back.
When I enter the club, the hostess, a pretty blond girl whose got given name is Eve but goes by Duchess, at least on her nametag, smiles at me when I enter. “Hello, Boss. What do you want tonight?”
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