Page 103 of Doughn't Let Me Go

I’d really love to get lost in her.

“That didn’t go over well last time I tried it.”

Mel groans. “Don’t remind me of that fiasco. Now that you’re out there on your own, you don’t have any employees to sleep with. Something tells me Fran isn’t your type, and I know you better than to ever think you’d stoop as low as bedding your daughter’s nanny.”

Oops.

“Well, actually…”

“Oh god, Porter. Please tell me you didn’t.”

“I didn’t,” I lie, unable to take the disappointment in her voice.

“How’s it going with her, by the way? Kyrie like her?”

“Like? Trylove. Kyrie is obsessed.”And I might be getting a little obsessed too.“So, yeah, things are pretty great.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that. I just hope you’re not working yourself to the bone like you were here, doing the dad thingandburning the midnight oil. You need to rest if you want this company to keep succeeding like it is.”

“I need to be in the action if I want that.”

“Porter.” She says my name on a sigh, and I picture her rubbing her temples. “Look, take the rest of the summer and promise me you’ll actually relax. Then we can re-evaluate at the end of it, okay? Maybe that can just be your vacation home and you’ll wanna come back. Either way, you need to chill for right now.”

She’s right. I know she’s right.

Before Kyrie and I moved out here, I was on the verge of a mental breakdown on a good day.

I was so tired and burned out, and it was taking everything in me to just keep chugging along.

When Foster suggested I try living out here for a year, it sounded like heaven. I got Kyrie on board and set the plan into motion.

I do feel different now that I’m here, but I’m such a workaholic that it’s taking a lot of effort to just relax.

Dory helps, though. She takes the edge off.

“Porter?”

“Yeah.” I clear my throat. “I hear you, Mel. Let’s re-evaluate then.”

“Good. Now, go find yourself a new girlfriend. The best way to relax is to orgasm.”

I groan. “Don’t say orgasm, Mel. You’re like my sister—I don’t need to hear that shit from you.”

“Orgasm, orgasm, orgasm!”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll chat with you tomorrow. And, Porter?”

“Yeah?”

“Orgasm.” She giggles, then hangs up.

With a grin, I toss my cell onto the other end of the leather couch I have up in my office.

“Orgasm, huh?” I say out loud to nobody.

I mean, Ididfeel more relaxed this morning after a night spent with Dory.

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