The drug rep dinner was boring as usual. The same speech I've heard a dozen times on a dozen different drugs.

I drifted off into thinking about Joel midway though the meal. I was lost thinking about running my hands through his silky smooth hair. I imagined how his naked chest would feel under my fingers. I wished just once I'd taken hold of that impressive tool below his belt. I blushed at the image I conjured in my mind of Joel, even clothed the man was an Adonis, naked would be even better.

Clapping shifted me quickly back to reality. Now that is a great way to lose 30...