Page 82 of Touched By Moonlight

A bottle of water in front of me, I started to work. My mind wandered as I typed. The work was tedious, and I strained to see the screen, something that usually never botheredme.

Didn’t matter. Soon enough, I’d begone.

“Hey bright eyes, how was your time off? Do anythingspecial?”

Not bothering to glance up, I shrugged. Usually I had nothing special to report, but this wasdifferent.

Oh nothing special. I had sex with three different men, all of them hot enough to burn down the building. Didn’t get my laundry done, though, or the manicure I promisedmyself.

“That good, huh?” Kara slid into my space and onto my desk as I worked. Auburn red hair spilled over her shoulders. Today she wore basic black, with silver bangles that jingled as she moved. Black hose covered her legs and she wore black suede boots with killerheels.

“You need to have a bootiful weekend, Sienna. With lots ofbooty.”

Grinning, I kept typing. Kara Baylor was a friendly twenty-something from Phoenix who’d moved to Cheyenne. She’d started three weeks ago in entry level data processing and we’d become instant work buddies. I liked Kara. She was direct, honest and funny, in addition to being a truly nice humanbeing.

“I have to get these reports on the new equipment finished or Randall will get on my case,” I told her. “Let’s catch uplater.”

“I have a stack of those as well. Stop sweating. Who cares about ole Randall’sreports?”

“My paycheckdoes.”

Kara shrugged. “I don’t sweat over the little things, like my take home and the size of Randy’sequipment.”

I laughed. One reason Kara and I grew closer than I allowed stemmed from her disregard for management. They didn’t quite know what to make of her. They never wrote her up for disrespect. Or breaking hard line company rules, such as never eating at your desk. Kara kept boxes of energy bars stacked on her desk likedominos.

She cocked her head at me. “You look different.Glowing.”

Glowing? Aw damn. I checked. Nope. Hands normal. Then I flushed, realizing she meant myface.

“You had sex.” Nodding now, she had this silly grin plastered on herface.

“No…” then I shrugged again. Silly to denyit.

“Was he good?” She leaned forward, green gaze rapt with attention. “Good inbed.”

The facial flush deepened. “Yep.” I turned back to the computer screen, feeling my face on firenow.

“Details, details. I need to live vicariously through you.” A dramatic sigh. “My love life is drier than theSahara.”

“Check my Instagram.” I added in another field. Randall wanted a day by day income comparison instead of the usual monthly.Assphat.

“You’re not on Instagram. Or any other social media.” She turned and muttered something that sounded like “Thank thegoddess.”

Odd. I glanced up. “What did yousay?”

“Thanks for nothing. I’m nosey. So, what’s he like naked? Smooth chest or hairy? Big heavy equipment or small anddainty?”

Blinking, I turned back to the spreadsheet on the monitor. “Just the right amount. And why are you interested in his penis size, which, I will say, is quiteimpressive.”

“Of course,” she muttered again. “It comes with theterritory.”

Now she made no sense. But an odd, slightly foul smell distracted me from the discussion of Grayson’s male parts. I stopped typing, craning my neck. “Is she smoking something illegal in hercube?”

“Lavender?” Kara’s nose wrinkled. “Doubt it. Must be her new perfume. She’s testing a different one each day. I think she forgets toshower.”

The smell grew stronger, pungent with earth tones, but dark and nasty ones, as if our hippy coworker grew fungus at her desk. “It smells like a mushroomfarm.”

Kara looked around. Several employees had taken the rest of the week off. In that case, I was in trouble because Randall would breathe down my neck for those reports. Not that he’d get mehelp.