Having to go to work would help. It would get him out of the house and distract him, at least—true, the swimming pool wouldn’t exactly be a hotspot for gym members this time of the year, but Matt would find ways to keep busy. And having Roxie around would definitely help. If there was ever a better libido killer than she, Matt couldn’t imagine one.
He didn’t even make it to his office before she started in on him. He should’ve known better than to stop by her desk to check for messages as soon as he got in. “What are you doing Thursday night?” she asked, cracking her gum as she held out a box of Krispy Kreme donuts to him.
“Thursday?” He reached for the box and peeked inside—it was filled with a dozen different kinds of donuts, each more decadent than the last. “What kinds are these?”