WOOD POV
My paperwork was ruined. Totally and utterly unsalvageable.
I dabbed myself down with a fistful of paper towels in the kitchen, cursing that sweet little slip of a girl for her clumsiness.
Mine too.
I hated the holidays. The frantic wrapping up of business to account for the slack days between Christmas Day and New Year was nothing but a ball ache. Everyone was vacant and preoccupied with their looming time off, forgetting conveniently that business continued on regardless. Orders to ship out, and schedules to maintain. f**k the downtime, and f**k the stupid Christmas jingles and Santa hats and ridiculous office decor.
My shirt was smeared to s**t, but that was the least of my worries.
More of a concern was the raging hard on in my f*****g pants. So close. She’d been so clos
