The desk

“I won’t go any lower than twelve.” I was sweating, but Mr. Johnson looked calm. He’d been calm for the whole fucking negotiation, all forty-five minutes of it. He was slouched in his black leather[…]

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The book

Jason shifted uncomfortably in the wooden desk. He was staring at the classroom door, waiting for Grace to walk through it. He glanced at the clock—less than a minute before the bell would ring. He[…]

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Dessert

I turned on the Bose stereo in my apartment. I made a sexy playlist with songs that he loved. My boyfriend was coming over for dinner and I wanted to make it very special. I[…]

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Opening new doors

OPENING NEW DOORS "You reported a problem with your /> I looked up from my paperwork, and my heart stopped. Lord, Lord, how could they send a man who looked like that to a woman's[…]

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Sam 10

Sam looked at the huge collection of IP troops that he already had tied up. This was nothing compared to how many he'd seen on the planet when he was in space. He also had[…]

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