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“Because you’d be thinking about it later on, lying in bed”

“Been ie to reply

He blinks, a new rare expression spreading across his face I want to slap it off It looks like he knows so and male and I hate it

“I bet it’s a very small bed”

I’ fire I want to round his desk, kick his feet wider, and stand between his spread legs I’d put one knee on the little triangle of chair right below his groin, clirunt with pain

I’d pull his tie loose and unbutton the neck of his shirt I’d puttan throat and squeeze and squeeze, his skin hot underneath ainstmy nostrils like smoke

“What are you i? Your expression is filthy”

“Strangling you Bare hands” I can barely get the words out I’m huskier than a phone-sex operator after a double shift

“So that’s your kink” His eyes are going dark

“Only where you’re concerned”

Both his eyebrows ratchet up, and he opens his o completely black, but he does not seem to be able to say a word

It is wonderful

IT’S A BABY-BLUE shirt day when I remember the photo I took of his planner After I read the Publishing Quarterly Outlook Report and make an executive summary for Helene, I transfer the photo frolance around like a criminal

Joshua has been in Fat Little Dick’s office all ed It’s so quiet in here without someone to hate

I hit Print, lock my computer, and clatter down the hall I photocopy it twice,the resolution darker and darker until the pencil marks are better visible Needless to say, I shred all unneeded evidence I wish I could double-shred it