Page 22 of Queenpin
Without even taking the two days, I walk to Lucian’s office in the morning. There was no way in hell that I was getting any sleep and I couldn’t get her out of my mind. It’s crazy that I’m thinking of her this much, but I can’t stop it to save my life.
Feeling as if I needed to dress up a little, I made sure to wear a dress shirt and a tie. My dress slacks have been neatly pressed, and my hair is styled.
Why the hell am I doing this to myself? I don’t understand why I even care what she thinks of me, but I do. I care a lot about Lucian thinks and it’s pissing me off.
While I’m walking to her office, I consider turning around, but I need to know why I want her so badly. It’s not that I don’t want to fuck her, I do. Really, my dick is so ready for it. It’s that I don’t know what the hell is about to happen and I’m nervous.
What the fuck?
Once I reach her office, I look through the blacked-out door to see if anyone else is in the club. There’s no one. I try the door handle trying to get it open, it doesn’t budge. “Hello?” I call through the door hoping to get someone’s attention.
It’s obvious this is a sign. I need to get my ass home to figure out my place in all of this.
