Chapter Six PeytonAs Josh and I walk together toward the elevators, I want to dance for joy, to squeal and punch the sky. But there will be time for that later. Right now, I need to be professional. Just because I’ve seen this attractive man’s johnson doesn’t give me the right to leer at him. So I put on my best game face and pretend that my stomach isn’t tied in a gigantic knot.
“I think this will be a great partnership,” I manage to say.
“I do too. And I promise to keep it professional.” Josh extends his hand to me.
As I stare down at his open palm, my mind immediately wanders to how his long, thick fingers would feel against my skin.
Jeez, am I really so starved for s*x that a handshake will make the floodgates open up? Playing it safe, I opt to place a business card into his palm i
