I walked out of his office mortified again and feeling a bit woozy, but I just pushed through because I got work to do. Why does he have such an effect on me? I hate the man, but my body craves his touch. I took the piece of paper out of my bra, unfolding it. I have ten rooms to do. It sounds easy enough, but if all the rooms are as big as his, I’ll be busy for the rest of my life. I made my way down to the kitchen. It was a lot busier than yesterday. Everyone was scurrying around. I walked over to the girl who was placing food on plates. She was your average girl with brown hair and light brown eyes.
"Hi...Uhm I need to get some food for certain rooms and it's my first time working so I’m not sure..." She gave me a look that could kill.
"Urg all you girls are ever good at is s*x! It
