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but I’d decorated with brash art and even managed to wedge in a tiny bench for visitors to sit on. It was my little slice of home away from home. Working for Kyrie, my best friend, made it even more enjoyable.
    I walked in, sank down at my desk, and leaned my head back against the leather chair. I may have even squeed a little.
    “Way to go in there.” Kyrie perched her curvy ass on the edge of my desk. “Just out of curiosity, how many more words for pussy were you going to throw out?”
    “Want me to keep on impressing you? I can always go with a nice hatchet wound or a poon, beaver, furburger.” I met her green gaze, loving it when they widened with each word I came up with.
    Kyrie shook her head and laughed. “You are ridiculous.”
    “You love me.”
    “I do.” She nodded, still smiling, and tucked a stray wisp of brown hair behind her ear. “Is this new?” She pointed at my strapless green dress. “I love it. Too bad my tits are way too big to go strapless.”
    I patted my chest. “Not a problem with me.” I’d always been petite. With my blonde hair, clear skin, and light brown eyes, my mother tried to get me into modeling, but I was always too short to land any big photo shoots.
    “They’re as perky as the day is long. I’m jealous.” She sighed and ran her hands down her sides, highlighting her hourglass figure.
    I wanted to throw my stapler at her. “Show off. And if I remember correctly, the last time I saw your big squishies, the nips were still pointing north, so I’m pretty sure you could go strapless if you wanted to.”
    “Maybe, but I’d probably get written up for indecent exposure.”
    I waved her words away as if they were an irritating gnat. “Days without a reprimand aren’t worth living.”
    “Oh, Nik, what am I going to do with you?” She stood to leave. “I just wanted to stop by and congratulate you. I’m proud, and I can’t wait to see what you come up with.”
    I slapped her thigh. “Put that fine ass back on my desk. I’ve got news.”
    A creaking wheel noise echoed through the hall. I knew the sound. I pretended to reach for my notepad and knocked it off my desk and onto the floor at Kyrie’s feet. Like a dutiful friend, she bent over to pick it up. Right then, Grady pushed past with the mail cart.
    He stopped, his pervy eyes growing huge as he got a good look at Kyrie’s ass. Her skirt was short enough for me to wonder if he got a view of panties. When he reached down to adjust himself in his pants, my hypothesis was proven accurate.
    “Here.” Kyrie straightened and handed me my notepad, then followed my gaze to the door. “Grady, get the fuck out of here!”
    “Y-yes, ma’am.” Grady took off with his cart, but seconds later a crash sounded from down the hall. He must have run into the nearest cubicle.
    I howled with laughter. Thank God that creeper followed us over to Style and Substance . His stalker ways always managed to lighten my day.
    “You did that on purpose.” Kyrie, her cheeks red and her eyes flashing, grabbed a lock of my hair and yanked.
    “I had that coming.” I couldn’t contain my laughter. “Just like Grady’s going to be coming all over your imaginary ass in the men’s room in about five minutes.” That comment got me another, harder hair pull.
    “I’m leaving.” She huffed and turned for the door.
    “No, don’t go. I’m sorry.” I grabbed her hand and stowed my giggles, though I had to push the image of Grady’s bugged-out eyes from my mind to do it.
    She glowered. “You’re going to regret all this when I’m at the bottom of Grady’s well rubbing lotion on my skin.”
    I gave her my most earnest look. “You have to do it, or else you’ll get the hose again.”
    “Dammit, Nikki.” She fought a smile, but her lips won and she finally let out a laugh. “You are the fucking worst. You know that?”
    “I do. I think you tell me about once a day. Now sit down. I’m being serious. I have real, actual