Elijah
What is wrong with me? Why can’t I keep these impulses under control? She infuriates me and makes me want to intertwine our bodies until we become one. I have to stop this s**t, when we get upstairs I have to put some space between us, otherwise, we’ll have an issue like getting caught dipping my pen into the company ink.
As we board the elevator, I stand in the corner and close my eyes. This is good if I cannot see her, then I cannot be tempted. UGH, this isn’t f*****g working because I can smell her. Just as I open my eyes and look over at her, who is standing next to me quiet and fidgety trying to keep her skirt in place but those thick thighs of hers make it rise ever so nicely. She is absolutely beautiful, her eyes look so sad as if she’s been crying and no one has even atte
