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“Thinkyou dodged a bullet there,” he laughs.
“Anorange one,” I agree. The icy wind picks up and we say a quick goodbye to headback inside.
SinceNew Year’s Day fell on a Friday, I enjoy a long weekend of video games, withoccasional big tittied visitors.
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Arcticwind wraps around me, finding every space and crevice, cutting through myclothes as if I’m wearing paper. The walk from my car to my office has neverseemed so long. Why the hell do I continue to live in a state where it drops tobelow zero every winter? “Ian! Great party, man,” Teddy calls from his cubicle,and Cam falls in step beside me as we pass the water cooler.
“Dude,I owe you. Anything you want. Just name it.”
Hisgratitude makes me chuckle. “I take it you and nipples had a good night?”
“Goodweekend! So many blow jobs I lost count. Her name is Layla, by the way. But,seriously, we fucked in every room of my house. I think I’m in love.”
Ican’t control the snort that escapes. “You love getting laid.”
“Thattoo.”
Acontainer of pens falls at our feet, and we look up at one very flusteredreceptionist who has definitely overheard our conversation. “Sorry, Tess,” Iapologize, gathering the scattered pens and returning them to her desk.
Tessblushes firehouse red and mumbles, “No need to apologize. I’m just…um, clumsy.Thank you.” Her hands fumble the container while she tries to find a place topoint her eyes.
She’salways nervous around me, and I’ve caught her watching me more than once. Notmy usual type, but she’s a cute little thing. I’m tempted to drag her to my bedand see how far down that blush extends, but it’ll never happen.
Rulenumber one: Don’t shit where you eat. Women tend to get pissed when theyrealize sex is as far as I’m willing to go, and I don’t relish the thought ofher glaring at me at work all day.
“Shewas watching your ass when you bent over,” Cam informs me after we walk away,shaking his head and grinning.
“It’sa curse, man.”
“Fuckoff. See you at lunch. I’ve got a ton of paperwork to catch up on.”
He’snot the only one. I’ve been told more than once I don’t look like anaccountant. People picture intellectual looking guys like Teddy and Cam, but Ienjoy my work. Most people only think of accountants when it comes time to filetheir taxes, but I do so much more than that. Money management, investing,financial advising. I have a gift for picking obscure stocks just before theyskyrocket. I’m good at what I do and my clients love me. Not to mention, I’mset to become a millionaire before I’m thirty.
Shuttingthe door to my office, I dock my iPod and play the new Disturbed album,drowning out the chatter and noise of the agency. Ah, that’s better. Now I canget some work done.
Withso much to do, the day sprints by. It’s dark out when I climb into my truck,though it’s only five o’clock. I hate this time of year. My stomach decideswhere I’m heading next, cramping and giving a loud growl. Guess I forgot to eatlunch.
Mycar has finally warmed up enough to blast the heat after I make a quick stop ata burger joint. Warm, with a burger and fries in my stomach, I feel like a newman. A horny man. My finger skims over my contact list while I debate what Iwant tonight. Brunette? Blonde? Thin? Curvy? Ah, Linda. Small and athletic withtits till Tuesday and she never wants to sleep over. Perfect.
“Ian.”Her sexy drawl makes my balls tighten. “How you doing, sugar?”
“I’dbe doing a lot better if you come visit me tonight.”
“Ohyeah, why should I do that?” she teases.
“SoI can make you scream my name, baby.”
“Nineo’clock?”
“Seeyou then, sexy.” Yep. It’s just that easy. Don’t hate me. My looks are what Ihave. My only leg up in life and I damn sure take advantage of it.
I’dbetter get moving if I have company coming tonight. I still have a couple ofstops to make. Thirty minutes later, I’m at one of my favorite places, TheWagging Tails Animal Shelter. This place is my secret, no one here really knowsme and no one who knows me is aware I volunteer here.
“Hi,Ian,” Thomas, the shelter manager greets me. “Come to exercise the pups?”
“Yep.There are a couple of fifty pound bags of dog food in the lobby. It was onsale.”
