Star WarsFortunately, there haven"t been any more threats to Noah, so hopefully whoever had a vendetta against him has moved on. “Meeting. Ten minutes. Conference room,” Cheryl pops her head in and reminds me.
“Great,” I mumble, then take another long drink.
“My, my, my…either you’ve bought a super-charged vibrator, or you really are gettin’ regular d**k. You could hardly walk Monday.”
I nearly cough and spew my coffee. “You watchin’ me or something?”
She shrugs unapologetically. “Not much else to do here.”
“Your job,” I emphasize.
She shrugs again. “So you gonna finally confess who’s giving you a good ole p***y beatin’?”
My eyes widen as I push off the table. “I’m going to my meeting.”
“If you need an ice pack for your fanny, just holler.”
I force back a smile as I leave. She’s s
