Chapter 82

• “Alright, alright.” She sighed and placed a hand on my shoulder. Or at least tried to. “I did not tell you it’s kind of like a party because I knew you would not show up. And I really wanted you to come. Everybody on the team, in fact. But Tim has social anxiety and would rather drown in his computers than turn up with me and Spence, that depressed motherfucking workaholic won’t even get up from his work desk even to take a shower!” She gave me a look that kind of seemed genuine. “Cole helped me put this together, and I hoped you would turn up with me too.”
• I clenched my jaw and focused my dark gaze into the space in front of me, trying to hold in a curse. I really wasn’t in a mood to party. Fuck, my life has been filled with so much partying recently that I just crave a quiet space and lots of hot sex.
• Filthy hot sex.