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Derrick
Damn that Audra Sullivan. Hell. She's sexy as fuck, but that mouth. That mouth is the thing fantasies are made of—when it's closed. She's bitchy and irritating and she turns me on. What the hell is wrong with me?
I'm sick. It's as if I have a fetish for torturing myself since we hired her two years ago. None of the regular club girls satisfy me—not like they used to. My mind drifts off to the sexy cadence of Audra Sullivan's voice when the ditzy high-pitched voices begin to pierce my ears.
"Dude," Mark Fuentes, partner number one in DPE, says entering my office, "who pissed in your Wheaties this morning?"
"Do they even make Wheaties anymore?" I question.
"I don't know, but if they do, someone seriously pissed in yours. What's your problem?"
I lean back, and he takes a seat across from me.
"Sullivan."
He chuckles. "You need to get laid—preferably by her."
I give him a look. "No thanks. Frigid isn't my type."
"She's not frigid, man; she's fiery. Muy caliente," Mark informs me.
"I doubt that. I'm pretty sure she hates me."
"No way, D. She's hot for you. It just seems like she hates you."
I laugh. "You make no sense. She cuts to the bone, man."
He leans forward. "She wants your bone. Haven't you heard of love/hate?"
"I have, and I'm telling you, this isn't that."
"What's not what?" Alex Rios, partner number two, asks as he walks in without knocking.
"Close the door," I tell him. The last thing I need is Jamie overhearing this and running to Ms. HR to fry my ass. Jamie's already dealing with my rejects and has vocalized her unhappiness—multiple times.
He takes a seat in the other chair across from my desk. These two guys have been with me since the beginning. We were juniors in college when we opened DPE. Since I was fronting most of the capital, I got to choose the name—with their agreement. It was funny at the time. Now, not so much. But dammit if Audra Sullivan didn't rub it in every chance she got.
"Derrick here thinks Sullivan hates him," Mark tells Alex.
Alex laughs. Hard. I just stare.
"Oh, that's great," Alex says catching his breath.
"I'm not amused by this," I tell them.
"I can see that," Alex agrees.
"There is nothing fun in my interaction with Audra. She's always so… well, you've seen her."
"She wants you, man. Are you blind?" Alex asks, waving a hand in front of my face.
I slap his hand. "No, I'm not blind, but I think you're both full of shit."
Mark sighs. "She's hot for you."
"But she bites my head off—"
