Les Duos métamorphes du désert, Tome 7 : Mes deux tigres

Résumé

I know their type.

They’re macho jerks and completely useless.

They party like they’re on the brink of extinction, and they think they’re all that.

Women fall over themselves to get to them all the time.

Well, I won’t.

I vowed to do the exact opposite: stay away from them as much as I can.

To me, men are like needy houseplants

The problem is that if you ignore them, they don’t quietly die.

The bigger problem is that these two have been ordered to work on my new project.

I’m stuck with them, whether I like it or not.

I have to look at those tasty bodies day in, day out.

They boss me around, and slowly, they’re getting to me.

Slowly, my desire for them is getting the better of me.

I still have my pride to maintain, though.

The problem is that my pride is starting to want something from them.

It wants to lie right here with them.

In the dirt, like the wild cats that we are…