Secretary Covert Passion

five. She was a pretty brunette, with curly hair, green eyes and tanned skin, almost like milk. I didn’t like her, though we were in the same class back then. She always seems to

ream right,

talking abou

g unsure about the whole thing. “Do you think he notice

aid. “You’re gett

tever she thinks she vomits out of her mo

rich and accomplished. I stand no ground there." Yes, that was the

said, my arms folded tightly around, the so

u should come over, who knows,” she said. I

guess I'll have to start work

, who knows, big turnou

deadpan, She shot me a knowing look, one tempered wit

bank and use your resources, to find you a new outfit for your work." She stalked into the kitchen and po

ry.” Hijacking the

grabbing her bag and w

ext from her, I didn’t want to offend

trial. Believe me, I’d do anything to keep seeing Ian if I were in your s

he covers her mouth like she’s sworn in fro

eeing Xander? Well, that’s okay, I

."I know i

h her, I muttered. I know

after what you want, the job, Ian, your mother’s needs, and your bills. M

und me. I know you, you’re strong. Les

eat after her

, anyway? I thought

“Let’s find you an outfit that’ll make you look like the CEO of coastal so th

h racks of clothes I don’t like.

anized I can be with planning. She’s got a pile in her

, but not too short that your ass hang

and not some partying.” I’m not

wards my closet. “I think I’ve seen

something great.” She said to arrang

ly through how messy she looks. The time is almost over, and

onths trial the and first day you’re slackin

oice. Knowing I’m bound to be hearing these

d nose which actuates his modelling face. His lips are beautifully parted and look gorgeous. His upper lip forms an arch-like the top of a drawn heart. His eyes take my breath away. I tried to ignore him today, but I

image. Do other people know he’s an entitled,

laptop, nibbling his lower lips. After stan

mind me of your name again.

ne. I admit I have a crush on him,

sed over the ledge. He didn’t seem to have randomly chosen me. He wanted m

. “Your secretary?” I asked again.

He glanced at his watch, indicating that there was only so much of th

s widened with the appropriate amount of surprise, as though I’d s

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