"How's my best secretary boy?" a voice boomed beside me as a hand landed on my shoulder.
I glanced left and saw Tessa smirking. "Oh, hey. What's up?"
"I'm good," she replied, leaning her elbow against my desk. "You went to see Carrie again yesterday, right?"
"Yep," I said. "Why?"
"You going to see her tonight too?"
"Probably," I said. "Why, jealous?"
"Kim talked to me yesterday," Tessa said quietly. "When you were gone. She said she wants to punish Carrie too, the same way you are."
"Punish?" I asked.
"You remember that strap-on you bought?" Tessa continued. "She wants to use it on her."
"Kim? Our Kim?" I asked. "Damn. I didn't know she was like that."
"Apparently she hates Carrie's guts," Tessa shrugged. "And she wouldn't mind rearranging them either."
"I think that might be too much for her," I said. "I'm not sure she'd actually be okay with it."
"Don't hog all the fun, magic fingers," Tessa said as she pushed herself off my desk. "Just talk to her."
