Published by LB James at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 LB James
“Your rule about sleeping with a co-worker doesn't apply when you're out of state,” Samantha Peters commented, taking a sip of her cranberry vodka.
We sat at high stools in the restaurant's bar area, which overlooked the dining tables. A wall of glass offered spectacular views of Washington, DC's famous sites. The sun had just set, the sky ranging in colors from black to a burnt orange, the Washington Monument glowing brightly.
“Everybody knows crossing state lines null and voids that rule.” She eyed me over her glass, one eyebrow raised, daring me to contradict.
“You're my executive assistant, not my love-life coach,” I replied.
“You might be my boss, but you're my friend first, and I say you need to get laid.”
It seemed, after hours on our business trip to DC, with work done for the day, Samantha wanted to tackle my personal life—my sex life, more specifically. My non-existent sex life.