Chapter Seventeen
Mortified by the unintended showing of her breasts, Elena returned to her desk, hoping no one had seen her bending over her boss’ desk. She awkwardly and nervously began to type a letter. She kept trying to remember where she’d seen him, but it wouldn’t come.
All morning long, a steady parade of men and women flowed past her desk. Her first bouncing jiggling boobs trip to the department copier in her 5-inch heels set the office abuzz. Judging by their expressions, everyone was talking about the new girl with the lisp and huge t**s. Everyone, she thought, except Franklin Harrison who never seemed to leave his corner office. She thought he was the dreamiest guy she’d ever laid eyes on.
All the guys were coming onto her with their well-worn clichés. What did they think
