My nostrils flared with outrage. “Fuck you. I don’t need some stranger telling me how sad my life is. I’m already perfectly aware.” “Clearly.” He stood there uncomfortably for a few seconds, before rounding the desk. I quickly averted my eyes from the prominent bulge in the front of his suit pants. He was hard? He had a boner from listening to me list all the details of my miserable life? What kind of sadist was he? And why the fuck was it kind of hot?
