Orders

Rick’s eyes go wide again in disbelief as Misty and Carson resume their kiss. “Oh, for crying out loud.”

He throws Misty a smirk as she pulls her face away from Carson’s. “If you’re not in my office in two minutes, you can forget about spending time with this…” He fishes for a noun, but can’t think of one. “Just get up there and get me those reports I wanted.”

Rick spins on his heel and stalks back out of the door and down the hall to the elevator.


Carson lowers his eyes to Misty, laughter toying with them. “Is everyone around here such party poopers? How do you stand it?”

He leans down to steal one last kiss, but his own smile breaks it as he can’t help his chuckle.

Finally letting Misty go, he gives her a light shove to the door with a backhanded swat to the bottom. “Better hurry before he tells the big boss.”