Jack Off

by K.B. Cinder

“So, what’s with you and Cece?” Lady asks once we’re on the highway, and I can’t kick her out of the car. “I told you: she was the drunk girl trying to vomit and/or piss on my lawn like a dog last week.” We’ve been over the drunken encounter many times since Wednesday’s meeting. The who, the what, the when, the where, the why, and the how. I don’t even have all the answers, but I’ve filled them in the best I can. “She’s cute like a little puppy dog,” Lady muses, smirking. “Really cute.” “Enough with that,” I warn, wishing I’d forced her to take an Uber. We have a long drive ahead, and she’s already tap-dancing on my last nerve. “Come on, like you weren’t eyeing her up in your office earlier.” “I wasn’t.” I reach to turn on the radio to drown her out, but she swats my hand away from the dash. “Don’t lie to me. You think she’s hot.” Insanely, but that isn’t up for discussion. Nor is it appropriate. She’s my employee. My engaged employee. “I can’t stand her.” “But you think she’s hot,” she pushes, drilling the side of my head with her eyes. “Sizzling. Irresistible. Finger-licking good…” I give the gas an extra hard tap, grinning as her head thumps off the headrest. She isn’t the only one that can be annoying. “Give it a break.” She nudges my shoulder. “You can admit she’s cute. Just because you haven’t dated in a hundred years doesn’t mean you don’t notice women.” “I notice them,” I correct. “Like I noticed that I don’t care for her. But Pop likes her, so here we are.”...