Friday, July 31, 2015
Four articles, four different employees and four steamy piles of crap.
What was happening to his staff? He wondered, rising from his chair and moving towards the door. It wasn’t Spring fever as they were well into Summer and Fall/Winter were well loved by the shifter populace of Talbot’s Peak. This blip had to be about something else entirely.
“Penny,” he called, stepping from his office, only to find an empty chair where his receptionist should have been. He walked to the rail and looked down at the, also empty, bullpen. “What the hell.”
At the end of the hall was Ziva’s office and hideout. Maybe the staff had all taken a break to check out the new pictures of their twins. Heck, that was definitely it, how could they not want to see the cutest babies in the world?
Nick pushed the door to Ziva’s domain open and found…nothing. It was as empty as the bullpen.
“Lupa’s balls!” he growled and slammed the door before continuing around the upper deck of the office.
“Dayum.” Came a male voice from the conference room.
“Oh baby.” His receptionist agreed, whole-heartedly.
Yeah, his kids were awesome. He smiled at the thought of family…
“Have you ever seen a tighter ass than that?”
“No, but don’t tell Jamie.”
“I’m right here, Lamar.”
What? Startled by the unexpected question launched by his mate, Nick growled, then threw open the conference room door.
“Not now, huh.”
Nick glared at the group surrounding the table, all watching a bare-assed stud -- yeah, he could admit it, to himself anyway -- the guy was good-looking, and the female he was pleasuring, she was hot. Yet, here his employees sat, wasting time. “So, anyone feel like working today?”
“Come on, sss,” Lamar hissed, not even looking at the door. “Have a heart, we’re busy here…”
“What the hell’s so wonderful about this show?” Nick huffed at his employees. Sure, the sex was pretty hot, but a good porn would show you mo…
The scene changed on the flat screen and he was riveted by what was happening. This incredible woman was shifting. Honest to Lupa, shifting on TV, and it was astounding and quite life-like.
Okay, he could see it, maybe. It had action, sex and violence, plus wolf shifters. Perhaps he needed to give it a longer perusal, work could wait.
“So,” he said, pulling out a chair and dropping into it. “Who’s calling for steak delivery?”
Have a wonderful weekend!