Jack Off by KB Cinder

“I remember you.”
Those three words are usually harmless.
But not when they come from the lips of Jack.
Jack Offenbach.
A man whose lawn I once graced in all my tequila-fueled, veil-wearing glory.
Oh, and he’s my new boss.
Who doesn’t look too happy to see me.
I thought I’d matured beyond sloppy nights out and the sickening scent of the morning after.
But I thought wrong.
Life was sailing smoothly in one direction until one big gust of what-the-cluck blew me off course.
And right back to my hometown.
But maybe this new direction is the right one after all.
Maybe I’m meant for this job.
Maybe I was meant to meet Jack.
Even if he’s more than fitting of my not-so-nice nickname for him… at times.