I don’t think it’s possible for you to look any sexier right now,” he whispered in my ear. “If it weren’t for the fact that I need this job, I might be inclined to drag you back to the stockroom and have my way with you.”
I spun around in his arms and looked up into the eyes I’d missed seeing. “This is nothing compared to how sexy I’ll look later,” I said, leaning back against the jukebox. “If you’re interested.”
“Is that an invitation?”
I shrugged. “Consider it a request. No, scratch that. Consider it a demand,” I said, as I locked eyes with him.

Autor: Monica Alexander

I don’t think it’s possible for you to look any sexier right now,” he whispered in my ear. “If it weren’t for the fact that I need this job, I might be inclined to drag you back to the stockroom and have my way with you.”<br />I spun around in his arms and looked up into the eyes I’d missed seeing. “This is nothing compared to how sexy I’ll look later,” I said, leaning back against the jukebox. “If you’re interested.”<br />“Is that an invitation?”<br />I shrugged. “Consider it a request. No, scratch that. Consider it a demand,” I said, as I locked eyes with him. - Monica Alexander




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