Colt
“Do we have to do this here?” I ask as gently as possible. The office may be Samantha’s safe space, but the walls feel too close, and this chair I’m sitting in is too stiff. Plus, even though she’s a little more relaxed than she was at our last meeting, she’s still treating me like a client since we’re in the office.
Time to get out of here.
“Let’s finish this somewhere else.” I shift in my chair to keep my a*s from falling asleep.
“My office is really that bad?” Her shoulders sink as she sets her pen down.
“I don’t fit so well in this chair, Honey.”
“My name is Samantha. And there’s nothing wrong with my furniture. It’s normal sized.” She picks up her pen to get back to work. She’s adorable when she’s trying to stay on task.
“I’m not normal sized.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “Plus,
