Nicole Snow

Maybe I am being overly critical because I didn’t like the way he undressed my woman—my assistant and best copywriter—with his beady little eyes. Or maybe he just feels like a waste of resources

“Wow. I think that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Not true. I’ve told you plenty of times you’re as talented as you are beauti—” I choke off mid-word and slam my yap shut.

“What the hell is it now, Nevermore?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a horse’s dick?”

“You, on the day I met you. And I’ll take that as a compliment considering their size. We have a lot in common.”

Oh my God.