Rose, the daughter
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
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