LUCIANA
My mouth is wide open as I stare at mother at the door who's just smiling. What she's just walked into is so embarrassing, and I wonder what she's smiling about. I'm still on top of Dario, startled, like everything happened so fast.
One minute I'm throwing questionnaire papers on Dario's face, only for them to end up splitting on the floor. The next minute I'm on top of him. The next minute my mother is standing at the door.
Again, remind me to fire my secretary.
“Look who we have here,” she says as she locks the door, her eyes glued on us.
I quickly get off Dario's chest and rearrange myself. That was a mistake. Or at least that's what I tell myself. But deep down, I know that I would love to rewind that moment and have a touch of that chest again. Get a closer look at...
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