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The next morning I crawled out of bed and headed into the shower. God, I had to do something about Brett’s libido, I thought as I lathered my hair. I’m going to die from fatigue. Not that I’m complaining . . . much. But, geesh, a woman can only take so much. And I took a lot.
It was delicious.
“I’m heading to the office,” Brett said an hour later when he bounded downstairs looking refreshed and invigorated. “I was going to stop by Jocelyn’s office as well,” he added.
I paused. “Why?”
“If I’m the cause of her anger, then I need to try to reason with her.”
“She’s mad because she can’t have s*x with you. Unless you’re willing to do that, you’re wasting your time.”
“I’d never be willing to do that, but I have to talk to her. She’s gone too far.”
“You should take T as backup.”
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