“You wanted to see me about something? And if I’m not getting fired . . .” “Oh, yes, right.” He cleared his throat and sat forward in his seat. “What you said the other day in the car. It struck a chord with me.” I tried to think back. “I said a lot, and I’m going to need you to narrow that down for me. I have a verbiage condition around attractive people. As we’ve discussed a few times now.” His smile produced a dimple. A fucking dimple. Okay then. Hang up my lilac boots and cover me in carnations. It’s all over for me. Then, because I wasn’t dead enough, the fucker took off his glasses. He
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