The way I felt comfortable talking to Mimi.
When he leaves, with a promise to pick me up the next morning and take me to breakfast, I fight the urge to hug him before he departs.
Yep. I’ve got it bad. I definitely need to watch myself.
Before falling asleep, I jerk off to a fantasy of being surrounded by Leo, Elliot Woodley, Kevin Markos, and Christopher Bruunt, and them all having their way with me.
Older men in suuuuits.
Sigh.
I’m going to miss this place when I return to Tallahassee. I have plans to visit a few clubs to catch some bands while I’m here. I love music, and love going to live concerts. Maybe I can talk Leo into going with me. What little of a social life I do have in Tallahassee involves going to clubs with friends to listen to live music.
Mmm. That’d be fun.
Except Leo’s likely not single, despite my feelings about it. How could a hunk like him possibly be single? How could I bethatlucky?
Besides, I probably used up the bulk of my luck landing this job in the first place. Maybe it’d be best not to press it any farther than I already have.
