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

by Kate Prior

I would rather sit next to a two-headed baby where one head keeps waking up the other, than next to someone who is going to make me think about work for a four-hour flight.

“Sugar? Milk? Organic orphan tears?”

That anyone who gets put in a position of higher management is there because they prioritize networking and the glad-handing circle-jerk.

It might be better if he did pass me his business card, so that I can remember I’m supposed to be networking or whatever, and not crawling into his lap so I can get two fingers of something else in me.

girl just wants to be fucked raw and whine, “Cum in me, Daddy,” without explaining herself every damn time.

After I told him I’m a siren, I can only imagine that in his mind I’ve become some kind of twisted, preying creature intent on sucking his soul out through his dick.

Not that I couldn’t whip one up and give a twenty-minute regurgitation of my favorite TEDtalks (Treachery, Excruciation, and Destruction), but there’s no real place for it at this retreat.

like seducing him so I can get a good dose of vitamin jizz,

It feels kind of terrible that I’m going to feed on him for some vitamin jizz. (I forget what the scientific name for it is).

I have girlbossed too close to the sun.

Fuck it, I’ll die by getting dicked down. It’ll be good. That’s probably how I was meant to go anyway.