(Author’s note: this will be long. There’s no sex in this chapter; we’re building to that.)
I grumbled to myself as I packed. Traveling usually energizes me, even work travel… but I was not looking forward to this trip.
Three weeks in January, living out of a hotel in Quebec instead of my condo in downtown Miami. Spending at least ten hours a day whipping a failing, egotistical management team into shape at our branch office there. After talking to them several times as they botched one project after another, I didn’t see much potential for improvement. I recommended a bloody French-Canadian revolution to my boss, the company’s Chief Operating Officer. She declined the offer. Instead, she sent me up to Canada to right the ship.
I pulled my warmest coat from the dark recesses of my closet and laughed. Helen knew I didn’t even want these guys employed… and she knew I hated the cold. No wonder she and I get along so well, I thought. Helen knows me too well, knows all about my kinks… she’s clearly a bit of a sadist as well.