- She goes with me. - I hear the chef's voice, behind me, and my column shivered the c**k, with that voice.
I heard, what did I hear?
I'm going to face him. And...
Hold the spinning top...
Look if the chef isn't a piece of bad way.
Son of a hood.
An angel like me, in his car? No way.
I think so!!!
- Oh, it's not pre... - he doesn't even let me finish and say.
- Téo, go back to your chores. - he says and Téo just wake up and leave.
He looks at me, from top to bottom, a look so burning that I think he even guessed the colour of my panties.
- I'm waiting for you in the car. - he says every authoritarian and leaves, leaving his expensive perfume around here, and my person paralysed.
Holy God!
I run to the whole kitchen clumsy.
- Girl, you're going to be late. - Mrs. Othylia says
