Larissa's POV
"Listen, babe, you can build your career and still get some action," Denise said without missing a beat. "Actually, I think you need both right now. Some incredible sex would melt away all that stress you're carrying."
"Denise!" I choked, scanning my empty apartment like the walls had ears.
"What? I'm just being real here. Carson Gary looks like he could completely wreck you in the best possible way. Did you catch those hands? Big hands equal big... talents."
"I'm not diving into another mess. Wesley and I literally ended things last week."
"Who mentioned relationships? I'm talking pure, raw sex, Larissa. Hot, uncomplicated, earth-shattering sex."
"With my boss? Have you lost your mind?"
"Maybe a little," she confessed. "But you're killing yourself with work. Sixty hours at the office plus weekend freelance gigs? You need something or someone to make you forget Wesley ever existed."
