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“Holy shit, look at that tongue!” Ashley ripped the phone out of her hand and stared. “Girl, you have got to go on a date with him.” “He’s part lizard!” “He can be part gecko and try to sell me car insurance for all I care. Imagine what that tongue could be doing to your bits right now!”
If she had to look at one more random dick pic before breakfast, her phone was going straight into the nearest trash can. What had happened to flirting without close ups of a guy’s business? Romance wasn’t just dead—it was dead, embalmed, and buried somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle.
desk sat empty against the closest wall. An explosion of paperwork covered every inch of free space. Wes wasn’t much of a secretary, that was for sure.
She should ask him for a temp job to help organize.
“Who do I have to make out with to get some decent coffee?” she asked innocently. Five monsters stood at once and beelined for the coffee maker.
