Aubrey
I have been taking notes, planning parties and sorting out Sherron’s filing system for Adonis while he searches for a new receptionist and stresses out about corporate spies.
“You need to release some tension, Adonis,” I say as I round his desk after his sixth interview of the day.
I rub his shoulders and continue, “I don’t mind doing double duty as your PA and receptionist until you find a replacement.”
“You shouldn’t have to, besides…never mind,” he sighs.
“Something else is on your mind. I can tell,” I hum as I move my hands to his firm chest.
He grips them and groans, “Don’t!”
He has been like this since he returned after firing Sherron. I’m starting to think I was just being a delusional little girl with a crush on her daddy’s bestie, but why does it hurt so much?
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