got life in you fuckwit.” I gave the driver of the ostentatious black porshe that had blacked out windows the bird. The car pissed me off just as much as the owners driving skills. Yes, because I was jealous but if he or most likely she because it was always women in those types of cars that they couldn’t drive, didn’t pick up the pace I was going to be late for work. On a normal day it was hit or miss as to whether I cared if I was a few minutes late but today was important. I had landed a job as a research manager at the university, which was an achievement considering I had a young child, I had studied at while I was completing my PhD in Psychology.
The university had commissioned a big piece of research into the correlation between the cosmetic surgery and its psychological effects. It was a longitudinal study and I was head of the project along with one other senior professor. The university had even got a top surgeon from L.A. to come over to help with the research for a few months. Dr. Deacon Greenwood. I hadn’t had a chance to look him up and I needed to do it this morning before I actually met with him so I at least had a vague idea about him and his work. He was either going to be some short, dark haired, overly hairy shrimp with bleach white teeth or a Ken doll with bleach white teeth. Either way I could picture the bleach white teeth like that episode of friends when Ross leaves his whitener on for too long. Hi-fucking-larious.
When I parked I ran through the car park and tore through the corridors to get to my office. Lady Luck and I seriously needed to have a deep conversation because the bitch kept ducking out when I needed her. When I got to my office the university dean was in there and there was a man sitting in my chair with his back to me looking out of the window. Fucker was sitting in my chair! I hate people in my space violating my shit. I had a perfectly good sofa in my office why the hell couldn’t he have sat on that. I knew this American jerk was going to be overbearing and arrogant. I just knew it. I couldn’t stand his ass already and he hadn’t even turned around. I mentally reminded myself that I was going to be working with this man for a few months so I needed to play nice.
“Ah Dana, you’re here.”
“Hi Colin, sorry I’m late. Traffic was mental.” Total lie. Traffic was fine. I’d left late because I overslept due to watching True Blood on DVD in bed. AGAIN. Something to be said about those sexy ass vamps. There was no pretense. They were either going to fuck you and leave you, or fuck you and kill you. Straight forward. No nonsense. Love it.
“Dana, this is Dr. Greenwood who will be working with you on the research project for the next few months.” The guy sitting in MY chair swung round and damn he was sexy as fuck. I mean sexy as in I was seriously considering dragging Greenwood onto my desk with Colin still in my office and showing him how us Brits like to deal with a man. That would be a big consideration noting the fact that I hadn’t had sex in the best part of three years. Me and my rampant rabbit were best buddies. He was easily six foot two, with jet black hair and the most gorgeous hazel eyes. Chiseled. That was the one word that I’d use for him. Everything was chiseled, his nose, his cheeks, his chin and I bet his abs and his south pole were chiseled as well. Oh, fuck. I’ve been up in my head again. Greenwood was standing in front of me with his hand out waiting for me to shake it. Even Colin was looking at me like I’d potentially lost the plot. I regained my composure and shook his hand. He held onto mine for a second longer than was necessary and smirked. The fucker knew I’d been checking him out. Dickwad. No need to look so fucking smug about it. I’m a female. A female that hasn’t had sex in a long time. You, my
The university had commissioned a big piece of research into the correlation between the cosmetic surgery and its psychological effects. It was a longitudinal study and I was head of the project along with one other senior professor. The university had even got a top surgeon from L.A. to come over to help with the research for a few months. Dr. Deacon Greenwood. I hadn’t had a chance to look him up and I needed to do it this morning before I actually met with him so I at least had a vague idea about him and his work. He was either going to be some short, dark haired, overly hairy shrimp with bleach white teeth or a Ken doll with bleach white teeth. Either way I could picture the bleach white teeth like that episode of friends when Ross leaves his whitener on for too long. Hi-fucking-larious.
When I parked I ran through the car park and tore through the corridors to get to my office. Lady Luck and I seriously needed to have a deep conversation because the bitch kept ducking out when I needed her. When I got to my office the university dean was in there and there was a man sitting in my chair with his back to me looking out of the window. Fucker was sitting in my chair! I hate people in my space violating my shit. I had a perfectly good sofa in my office why the hell couldn’t he have sat on that. I knew this American jerk was going to be overbearing and arrogant. I just knew it. I couldn’t stand his ass already and he hadn’t even turned around. I mentally reminded myself that I was going to be working with this man for a few months so I needed to play nice.
“Ah Dana, you’re here.”
“Hi Colin, sorry I’m late. Traffic was mental.” Total lie. Traffic was fine. I’d left late because I overslept due to watching True Blood on DVD in bed. AGAIN. Something to be said about those sexy ass vamps. There was no pretense. They were either going to fuck you and leave you, or fuck you and kill you. Straight forward. No nonsense. Love it.
“Dana, this is Dr. Greenwood who will be working with you on the research project for the next few months.” The guy sitting in MY chair swung round and damn he was sexy as fuck. I mean sexy as in I was seriously considering dragging Greenwood onto my desk with Colin still in my office and showing him how us Brits like to deal with a man. That would be a big consideration noting the fact that I hadn’t had sex in the best part of three years. Me and my rampant rabbit were best buddies. He was easily six foot two, with jet black hair and the most gorgeous hazel eyes. Chiseled. That was the one word that I’d use for him. Everything was chiseled, his nose, his cheeks, his chin and I bet his abs and his south pole were chiseled as well. Oh, fuck. I’ve been up in my head again. Greenwood was standing in front of me with his hand out waiting for me to shake it. Even Colin was looking at me like I’d potentially lost the plot. I regained my composure and shook his hand. He held onto mine for a second longer than was necessary and smirked. The fucker knew I’d been checking him out. Dickwad. No need to look so fucking smug about it. I’m a female. A female that hasn’t had sex in a long time. You, my
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