Our latest publication had increased our subscribers by over thirty percent. Payton was, of course, beyond thrilled, and this morning meeting was how he decided to reward us. Once it was over, Fallon waved me over. Her eyes sparkled through her fake glasses. “What’s up?” I questioned, getting close enough to smell her perfume. Fuck. She smelled good enough to lick, right on the spot, in the middle of this damn boardroom full of nosy journalists. “I need to see you in my office.” She bit one of her lip rings, trailing her fingertips slowly over my tie. “Now,” she growled. I nodded. “S-sure.” I swallowed while willing my half chub to cool his jets before I could get safely behind the closed door of Fallon’s office. Payton stopped Fallon right as we were about to walk through the door. “Fae? Have a second?” She nodded. I damned her under my breath for it, but what else was she supposed to do?
