Cricket
I had a proposal due to Jeremy Marville, the owner of the company, no later than two this afternoon and I’d been staring at a blank computer screen for the past twenty minutes.
When Maisie had sold her multi-million-dollar s*x toy company, she’d made some provisions for me. Firstly, she’d promoted me from her assistant to Marketing Director, then elicited a promise from Jeremy that I’d have one year to prove myself. If I couldn’t make myself indispensable to him, I was on my own.
But here I was, a few years in, and all was well; unchallenging, boring, and predictable, but well. I mean, who wouldn’t want the chance to test out every new s*x toy coming on the market and figure out which demographic to sell it to? And considering I hadn’t dated anyone seriously in almost the same a
