Praise (Salacious Players Club, #1)

by Sara Cate

Emerson Grant is asking me for fashion advice. That would be like me asking a golden retriever to help me do my taxes.

😂😂😂 same. I bought my jeans at Aldi.

Dear God, please let this be the only man I fuck for the rest of my life because there’s not a chance in hell anyone else could ever top that.

This feeling of freedom to be sexual and feel good and not bad about that is so addicting.

We put out one fire at a time, and honestly, this is my favorite part of my job.

Same. Different jobs though 😂😂

“How long have you and Emerson been together?” she asks casually. “We’re not. I’m just his secretary,” I correct her. There’s a small giggle as she leans forward and presses her mouth next to my ear. “You have a bite mark on your ass cheek, Charlotte.”

“I’m glad you got your girl back, but we still have a company to run, so if you could maybe spend less time getting blown under your desk and more time finding ways to please our investors, that’d be great.”

😂😂😂