Big Dick Energy

Sick of being talked over and disregarded at work, I resolve to exude the same confidence as the males who perpetually get promoted over me. While honing my Big Dick Energy skills at a bar with my friends, I rebuff the advances of a man who embodies the definition. Hot. Cocky. Swagger for days. It's a no from me, and his shock indicates he's not often rejected. The joke's on me when I discover he's my new business partner. After the months it took to land the account, I refuse to apologize to Archer York, backdown during meetings where we constantly clash, or do anything that'd make me seem weak-although my knees feel anything but strong around the guy. But as our frustrating encounters turn flirty, I wonder if it'd be so bad to throw decorum out the window and do what alpha guys do best-think with their dicks.