No. Hell no.
I’m going to take an ice-cold shower, get dressed, and actually get some goddamn work done at the casino. Far, far away fromthe siren song of Clara Everett.
Far, far away from the one sin I cannot commit.
Did I say I was going to get some work done?
I will.
Eventually.
I scroll through the personnel files of each and every escort on Meridian’s payroll as if I’m simply checking ranks andevaluating employee performance. In reality, I’m desperately trying to find someone, anyone, who looks remotely close toClara so I can safely and sanely work off the edge of all this tension between us.
It wouldn’t be difficult at all to convince any of my escorts to join me inside an executive suite for an hour or two. Bambi hasalways been an encourage
