“Sorry, Mandy, I’m being a bitch and taking it out on you.”
She shrugged and, like a good coworker, slapped my ass, motioning for the staff room. What the hell?! Did you buy it from the competition? I swear, those suits can’t find their way to good manners unless they’re on their second cup of the day,” she sighed. He had even made an account and commented on things and so how could I tell him the truth about me now? I could feel his eyes on me. “Did you like it?” I asked, not ready for this moment to be over. I would tell her she was drinking the usual milk we had here, because I thought it had gone sour and needed a second opinion. “Someone’s in a pissy mood,” she mumbled and I glared at her. “Bri, are you… you know? If you promise this stays between us. My body felt so hot and the feeling of being drained was so delicious, I was soon moaning too, pressing his head against my chest, encouraging him to drink more.
