BAND AID

Elena leaned forward on the table, her breasts sitting on it like it was the perfect shelf. He thought he could see a flicker of the shade of the bra she was wearing in his peripheral vision. It was rude to stare, even if a woman was being so indirectly direct with her advances. But it was a lot like trying not to look directly into the striking spill of the luminous moon.

Coral. Her bra was coral.

“Yes,” she murmured.

Her bulbous flesh bobbed up and down, just begging for his baseball mitt size paw to wrap around and massage them.

“Why would I have a secretary?” he said, cocking a gentle eyebrow.

She shrugged, then slowly rose from the table. She lingered as she bent forward, those glowing orbs looking like their own flavorful meal.

Atlas had to clear his throat to stifle a grunt.

“Oh, just something silly my mother said. She said not to get attached to the kid because then you might fall in love with your secretary and run off with her.”

Marigold was beginning to doze off, so Elena