Unleashing The Receptionist: ...the Receptionist, Book 3 (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
Oddball Tax Auditor. So did my cleavage. So did my legs. I didn’t say anything about it. It didn’t bother me. It felt kind of wistful, as if he were an orphan child pressing his face against the store window. Sad and lonely on the outside. He never tried to touch me. In fact he avoided it at all costs. If I brought him a mug of boiling water—he’d finally consented to let me do that much—he’d wait until I’d put it on the desk. Then he’d pick it up and work his mysterious tea magic on it. All the questions I had about Ethan and Simon’s past didn’t seem important compared to the crisis facing us. I decided I’d wait until after we’d gotten rid of the auditor to continue my pestering. Instead, I focused on our new guest. Peter Standish amused me. How one man could have so many neurotic quirks blew my mind. He wore the same outfit every day. I mean, exactly the same. On the third day I challenged him on it. It seemed like a potential public health hazard, after all.
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