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“To the death of soulless corporations. May they all rot in hell.”
He’s tall and well-dressed, wearing a beautiful gray suit fitted snug across his broad shoulders. His white dress shirt is open at the collar, revealing a strong, tanned throat. His hair is dark and so are his eyes, and his square jaw is shadowed with scruff. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. The cloud of testosterone surrounding him is probably visible from space.
My vagina wakes up from her six-month nap and screams at me that though this man looks like the emotionally unavailable type with major control issues, she would very much like to be wrecked by him.
For a few moments, my mind is blank. If he asked me my name, I wouldn’t be able to remember it. Sex hormones scream through my veins at lightning speed, vibrating all my sub-atomic particles at such high frequency, I’m probably glowing like a neon sign.
In a hot, dark voice, he says, “Because my wife asked me to. And I’ll give her anything she wants.”
I sit upright and glare at the poster of the actor Sam Heughan as Jamie Fraser in the television version of Outlander hanging on the wall across from my desk.
I look up at the Outlander poster on the wall. “What the fuck, Jamie? Did that smug asshole just hang up on me?” My Scottish Highlander smolders unhelpfully. Then an icy wave of horror washes over my body.
