HIS Minnie Mouse

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a glare and

sly, w

inute after her, gi

y in my seat. "Is th

ows at me, stil

gripping the table

l si

that Scott loves to ma

e done something wrong, but the

ing in on

id he not

pilled the cheese

say, trying to hurry past him. How could I

ng as his cold and large

llow

" I s

, his warm breath fanning my ne

feel warmth betwe

ell is wro

this, because of S

n was he

ill doesn't le

like to be o

ays, looking at my hair, which I

my wet translucent blouse that

gu

l looking. "Your nipples are hard. I hear it

ing

Minnie Mouse," he mutters, tucking

" I manage to mutter, taking a step

aitorous way my body reacts to his proximity,

see him ever

t unsettles me

himself on discipline- rigid, contr

nce, to corner his own secretary like t

with his dick when he thought no one would call hi

a question," he says,

is a lie.

am I supposed to say? I see through you. Y

bservation," he add

ir," I rep

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ese burger

second and a string of colorf

evator so I can take a shower and sink into my bed after a long and e

mind. Suddenly, I'm ima

ps me back

im of

ssage Minnie mouse. Do it i

because going upstairs means

is man

like a pers

this time though, because I alr

ahogany doors of his penthouse, and I am seriously considering

g in a hallway that smells like expensive cologne. I press the buzzer and wait, and then I hear somet

pen and I almost

led up to reveal forearms that have no business being that vascular. His hair is a messy disaster and there is

iping sweat from his brow

tepping past him into the foyer without an invitation because

tracks when I se

currently a war zone of cardboard boxes and Styrofoam peanuts. A half-assembled bookshe

this?" I ask, ges

before," he snaps, but there's no real bite in it. He look

ople for this. You have a literal army of people for this," I say, setting the cheese

s arriving tomorrow morning," he says, and he run