Knox
As I kept pressing the damn intercom trying to buzz my quote-unquote receptionist to bring me some coffee, all I heard was silence. Nothing. Not even a grunt.
Angela.
Still ignoring me.
Shit, Angela has got to go. I’m calling my mother tonight. I don’t care how long she’s known her or that she’s her “friend’s niece.” This is ridiculous.
I gave up and walked over to my personal Keurig, shaking my head. Fired up a dark roast. At this point, if I didn’t get caffeine soon, someone was getting cussed out. Just as I was reaching for my mug, I heard a knock at the door.
“Come in,” I said casually.
But casual went right out the damn window the second she stepped inside.
It was like a goddess walked into my office. Nah, not just a goddess. Thee goddess. My d**k twitched in my pants on
