“Would you like anything to drink, sir?” the hostess asks, leaning down so generously that even with my eyes partly closed, I can see the curve of her breasts.
I close my eyes completely. “Leave me alone.”
Thankfully, she complies and leaves me the hell alone.
But that doesn’t mean I can enjoy the peace I so badly crave.
“Since when did you turn into this boring person?”
Sitting next to me, my business partner, Zachary Hayes, points out ever so brazenly.
Zachary is one of the few people I endure, mostly because, despite his womanizing ways, he’s good at what he does. He’s also one of the childhood friends I cared to stay in touch with—not that it has ever dawned on him that we are not in school anymore. He still remains under the impression that he can tease me, prank me, and pull my
