21
Leo
John is in the back doing the grooming today, so Oscar and I can go over the designs for the Hamilton show. Teegan is busy working on her computer, her feet propped up on the counter, tapping to the music playing over the speakers.
“You need to leave.” Oscar put his hands on his hip, staring right at Teegan.
“Me?” she asks, pointing to herself, forehead wrinkled.
“Yes, you.” He glances to me and then back to her. “He’ll get nothing done if you continue flirting with him.”
“I’m working.” She shuts her laptop, leaning forward. Her blouse dips open, granting me a glimpse at her pink bra pushing up the swell of her t**s. f**k me.
“You’re flashing him”—Oscar points and then turns away—“your lady parts.”
Teegan glances down and then shifts her blouse back in place.
“Don’t do that
