Carl was missing Violet and it was only Wednesday. They had spoken on the phone and texted each other regularly over the past several days, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't merely his normal testosterone-fueled self wanting her. He just missed her face. And her voice. And the way she looked at him when she was...
He squirmed in his seat and looked out the window of his office onto the office floor. He didn't want to sport an erection while Bev was so close. She seemed to have cottoned on to the fact that he was off-limits, but he didn't need her seeing anything she shouldn't and making the wrong assumptions.
And oh they would have been so, so wrong.
He wished his blinds were drawn so that he could 'take care of business' down below, but he wasn't in a position to stand up without someone
