The Gargoyle from General Management (Claws & Cubicles, #3)

by Kate Prior

I really don’t want to go to this retreat. I can already feel the ceaseless hunger starting to gnaw at my insides, insatiable and needy. If it’s anything like the last time this cycle came around, I’m going to become a feral version of myself.

Mood

“I don't know if you fully grasp how primal the need for a shiny, little sticker runs.” I wiggle my eyebrows, perhaps a little too drunkenly. Decorum is gone, I want a sticker, and I don’t know how far I might be willing to go for one right now.

He presses a kiss to the top of my head, and it's so sweet, I swear I can feel it all the way down to my toes. Maybe ten more of those will cure everything that ails me, or maybe they’ll hollow me out with the need for an endless amount of them.

“I know, I know. It’s just. It’s weird. You don’t really want all your coworkers to have seen your tits. I mean, I dunno, maybe Kathy does.” “I’m not a mammal,”

Being weird seems to have been the one thing that's really ended up working for me, anyway. And if there's a better way to express how deeply devoted and loving you feel towards someone than being weird in his general direction, well, then, I wouldn't know about it.