“Where?” She’s hesitant, and that angers me even more. “I asked you a question,” I remind her, loosening the knotted tie at my throat as I now pace the worn strip of carpet behind my desk. “Why? What are you gonna do, storm over here and spank me for being on FeetFans?” We both fall silent at that remark, and I have to grip my erection a moment to calibrate. “Send me your fucking address, Winnie.”
