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I watch those perfect white teeth dig down into her pink lip and it roan and banish the thought Christ…I think I really need to get laid It’s been a bit of a dry spell since finding out irls I’ve barely had time to sleep, much less find a woman to fuck

Finally, she releases the hold her teeth have on her lip, taking a quick swipe at it with her tongue, and says, "I expect I won’t get support fro my metrics And I expect those ill meet them will stay silent on the ot this position because as the owner of this tea moves"

"I bet Frank Lessier had to just love this," Ia fuck that the derision in my voice is aimed at one of the front office suits Frank Lessier was the assistant general er under Brian Brannon and you would think a natural replacement if Brannon wanted to step down The fact that he is still the assistant generalhis ass

And it’s a pompous ass at that I’ve never liked the dude, but fortunately, the players are pretty reuys who thinks only his opinion uys who likes to stare at himself in any rimaces and actually looks pained "Yeah…pretty sure both me and my father are on Frank’s shit list"

"Don’t worry about it," I say as I lean forward into naturally have a chip on his shoulder because you’re far prettier than he is"

A tiny s nicely upward She tilts her chin down and fucking bats her lashes at me In an overly dramatic, shy-flirty manner, she says, "You really think I’h and ease back into o ahead and lay it out I’ knockout, Miss Brannon And you don’t need a statistical model to prove that Just take a look in any mirror"

I hadn’t meant that to co to her

Gray’s eyes flare wide and her neck flushes red I expect a fair-skinned woman with Irish ancestry blushes on the neck first rather than the cheeks For some reason, ith and then a genial laugh She plays it off well "No need to flatter, Brick I have all the confidence in the world you’re going to exceed the goals I’ for you"

And just like that, we are back to business

Chapter 4

Gray