CHAPTER 22

Sutton “What is wrong with… Oh, no way—shut up!” Candice squealed with excitement as I shoved her into my office and slammed the door. The last thing I needed was Bethany the Bitch to catch on. “I don’t know what you think you know,” I said loftily to Candice. And then, belaying everything I had just said, I gingerly took a seat, trying not to wince. To say it had been a while for me wouldn’t be over exaggerating. Also, I have never been with a man that was carrying something...