Holly
Why the hell is he staring at me like that? Do I have something in my teeth, my hair, up my nose? Nice eyes though… I can see his contact lenses — a tiny, almost invisible line that extends just outside of those chocolately-brown irises.
He tugs his hand away and drops his eyes a second later. Was it something I said? That thing about the kids? Maybe he’s sterile… shit, wouldn’t that suck?
The elevator chimes and opens for us. Well, either way, I didn’t get a rise out of him. It was probably his paperwork that got him that hard, not me. He seems the type that spends more time at my dad’s office than he does at home. Probably why my dad seems to like him so much — and why my dad knows him well enough to let his little pumpkin out with an employee.
Then again, I’m sure Daddy knows where the guy stays.