I’m honored.
But if you ever send me an unsolicited one of YOURS, I will find you and break your face and your phone.
Let’s be honest… you’d be curious.
I will deny that in a court of law.
Oh, this is fun. I’ll title this chat “Dick Talks with TF.”
I hate you.
No, you don’t.
…Send another one.
Already on it.
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CHAPTER 22
VAGINA TAKE THE WHEEL
RORIE
The cursoron my screen blinks with the passive-aggressive energy of someone who thinks they’re better than me. My notes for the Pitchpocalypse are a messy doc of half-baked ideas, floating buzzwords, and the desperate scent of burnout.
Luxury tailored experience. Immersive branding strategies. Elevated consumer pathways.
Blah, blah, blah.
It all sounds important. Looks strategic. But it’s smoke and mirrors. There’s no spark. No heartbeat. Only a pile of marketing jargon held together with duct tape and denial.
I spin my pen, hoping the motion will conjure up some amazing idea. Instead of inspiration, my mind, bless its twisted little heart, keeps drifting back to Nolan Rhodes.
Rooftop banter.
Boy Band bar trivia.
Asher’s penthouse.
Wine. That kiss.
“When I touch you, it won’t be casual.”He said itlike it was both a threat and a prophecy.
How am I supposed to write a strategy deck like that didn’t melt my spine?
Dropping my pen, I blink at my screen like it might erase all the dirty thoughts swirling in my head.
Nolan’s broad build. How he fills out a pair of jeans. How he carries himself with a level of self-assurance that suggests he has never—not once—disappointed a woman in bed.
And if the very solid evidence pressed against my hip during that kiss was any indication…
Let’s just say I’m suddenly very curious about the specifics of Nolan “How Big is His Dick”Rhodes, and what he might be working with below the belt.
Unfortunately, that curiosity is not helpful. Or healthy.
It’s made me into a woman with a vibrator and a vendetta. God, I’m so emotionally unstable and stupidly horny.
