More Than Desire

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lked to Mr. Funny, the next door neighbor started to move the furn

a few times. She's super nice, and she taught me how to deal with Mr. Hot Head. She said he grow

k a deep breath. “You urgently need this. She passed a

l doesn't know my name?"

ok the least

from the desk. You know… he has a history.

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he record,” I said, shrugging. I took the

out a bag

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air for two and a half weeks that ot

tirred it with a spoon I to

ign. I grumbled. “

ed, and I drew m

happen, Anne,

e ball down. They need something that makes them believe you are essential. Smile. Here I was, thinking of a wa

shout. Susan'

. I corrected,

rived, I realized he was standing there. That was one of th

, he uncrossed his legs and picked up my stack of documents. “I thought I

g myself behind the desk. “I must

oth hands on the table. 'And clear the meeting crap.' —

s hot about this man, he was asshole. I bit my lower lip and shook my head, pushing away the impure thoughts that had taken over me.

rything would b

ems to enjoy watching me run around like a madwoman.

the good girl role for the rest