Chapter 6

• It was a short drive to my building downtown. I liked my apartment because I could live close and not piss away time on a commute. It also gave me easy access to any of the desirable areas of Houston, which made my busy social life easier. The commute was the biggest thing, though. Regularly working more than 60 hours per week was an annoyance. The money was worth it. A long commute would have chafed at me nonstop.
• As I sat down at my desk, brought my monitor to life, and felt relief that my voicemail light was not blinking, my phone pinged again.
• "Satisfied?" Kat had responded. Beneath was a picture of her ass, bent over and spread with one hand. The pink dress gave me confidence she had just taken it. I smiled. She made me do that a lot.