My God, I can't seem to concentrate. I don't understand the odd click that happened inside of me when she walked into this office. Like...my soul was expecting her. It doesn't make any f*****g sense. We're not supposed to have things in common. This anger we share, left behind almost certainly by our parents, our upbringing, it's binding us tighter by the second. I have a clear mission here—seduce the brat and send her back to Hart crying. After everything her father has done to my family, I shouldn't be hesitating now.
She's attracted to me. I can push a little, overwhelm her.
Unfortunately, I'm not so sure I won't overwhelm myself in the process.
My d**k is stiff, palms perspiring. She's wearing a white skirt and it's just north of too short for a job interview. Instead of pushing it
