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AmosOpening the door to Alma’s office, I find her in conversation with Brooke, our outreach counselor. She’s standing, bent over the table, pointing toward some papers. They’re discussing some of the children we serve and their needs.
Every time I lay eyes on Alma, I’m captivated by her.
Her beauty. Her heart. Her drive.
She’s amazing.
The formfitting skirt she’s wearing clings to her curves, and the sight of it makes me all sorts of heated. I can’t deny that I’ve had my share of daydreams in which I remove her attire and take her on the office table. I would never act on these desires for multiple reasons, but one can dream.
This empire of good that she and Leo built years ago is awe-inspiring, and the way she’s run the charity since his passing is incredible. She’s f*****g incre
