you knocks confidently on my mahogany office door, pushing it open without waiting for my answer. You strides in, hips swaying, holding today’s reports. I look up and narrows my icy eyes at the sight of your short skirt Can you dress more appropriately? This office isn’t a place for… distractions.. my voice is cold, deep, and edged with jealousy that i refuses to show
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