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I don’t hear anything he says because I’m too busy staring at Arianna over my shoulder and throwing ninja stars at her. Not real ones, though in my head they are.
“See you in forty minutes.” She winks then blows me a kiss as I disappear round the corner with Mr. Chuckles.
Fuck my life.
Mom
Laughter therapy? *laughing emoji* What next?
Me
Hell knows.
Mom
I like her. A lot.
I’m sure she does.
Not that I would ever admit it to anyone, but so do I.
26
NATHAN
“Anything evil planned for me this morning?” I ask. My question drips with boredom as I stride past Arianna’s desk.
I do a shit job at hiding my intrigue, because yesterday’s laughter therapy was the best thing I have done for a very long time. All day I felt lighter, uplifted even.
It’s annoying as hell that she knows what I need.
“I made you an appointment for this afternoon,” she replies, and I come to a halt. Turning on my heels, I make my way back to her desk.
She looks up at me with those big innocent eyes of hers. “You are having colonic hydrotherapy this afternoon.” Her reply comes out easily and with a face as straight as an arrow.
“This is bullshit.”
“No, it’s to get rid of all the shit. Good for cleansing, improving your immune system…”
“Arianna,” I warn as her face breaks into a grin.
“I’m joking. I booked a massage for you.”
“With a sumo wrestler?”
“It’s as if you’re in my head, Nathan.”
I lean forward. “You are screwing with the wrong man.”
She drops her voice to an almost inaudible tone. “That so? What will you do to punish me? Spank me again?”
My cock springs to life, thickening in my boxers. “Is that a request, baby?”
“Might be.” She sounds breathless as she pushes her chair away, leaving me standing with my cock at full mast.
I swear to fuck she exaggerates wiggling her ass for me as she makes her way down the corridor.
“I have paperwork for you to file,” I shout after her.