Chantelle
Chantelle…
He knew my name—he knew my name. Those were the words repeating in my head. He hadn’t shown up for any of the interviews that were conducted, so I was thinking this would be the first time we would be properly introduced.
And then the rest of our interactions could take any of the scenarios I had imagined earlier.
But now, I had seen his d**k, and I knew what faces he made when he came and how he sounded, and it was still morning.
I was thankful he let me leave his office and did not offer me the one in his office. I was okay when the job description said we would have to share an office—Mr. Locke liked his assistants very close.
I didn’t mind; the office was a big one, and I could still have my space, but now I wasn’t so sure.
I bowed my head as I walked past p
