•DIORA•
"No way," I chuckled, my eyes widening in disbelief as I pushed the door to my room open, "Marco, if this is a joke, then you should stop it!" my words came out in a screech, a wide smile playing on my lips.
I proceeded to unbutton my shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room and getting rid of my bra afterwards.
"No, it's not a joke, Tesoro," the older man chortled and I broke into a squeal, dancing like a two-year-old.
"So," I drew my words, waggling my eyebrows as though he could see me, "do I start thinking of Sofia as my stepmom?" I grinned, trying to wiggle my way out of the overly tight skirt that clung to my body.
I made a mental note not to wear it again because the male workers at the firm had their eyes pinned on me all through today. It was uncomfortable. I didn't w
