Chapter 18
Between bringing Ms. Leonard up to speed on what she’d need to do as Ransom’s new executive secretary, avoiding Mr. Nelson, who really had it in for him now, and scrambling to get readmitted for the spring semester only to learn he had until the middle of January to reapply, loneliness didn’t have a chance to set in.
Well, it didn’t have much of a chance.
Still no red roses, but at least he got to talk to Ransom every night. And not only talk. He didn’t tell Ransom that when he’d called Saturday night, Parrish had been lying on Ransom’s king-size bed. Wallowing in the rich tones of his lover’s voice—it was clear Ransom was much more relaxed that night—Parrish pushed his boxer briefs down off his hips and ran his fingertips past the length of his d**k, nudged aside his balls,
