Caelin
“Get your head in the game, man.” Wild grabs hold of my arm, jerking me back from getting too close to a jack that falls a nanosecond after he pulls me to safety. “What the fuck is wrong with you today?”
I’m a changed man. That’s what’s wrong with me.
And the text message Justice sent my way? Reminding me of the orgasm I gave her? It’s got me thinking about all the things I shouldn’t be at work. Which is dangerous in a whole lot of ways.
“Had a long night.” I run my hand through my hair.
“Judging from the hickey on your neck, I’d say it was a good one.” A know-it-all smirk spreads across his face.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Say those words with that much disrespect. It’s not like that.”
He’s uncomfortable judging by the redness of his face, and the way his shoulders hunch. “I didn’t mean it in anyway disrespectful.”