Chapter 9: Rude Person’s New Roommate II
Cameron Connie T. James has sighed for about ten times now, and Natasha was starting to look at her funny. But the young fashion photographer still wasn’t ready.
Is it just me, or is my life exactly like a poorly written lesbian romance novel?
“Cameron, you’ve been staring at that door for five minutes. Are you going to open it?” Natasha asked the older woman beside her.
“Uh, yeah,” Cee scratched the back of her head lightly and knocked on the door three times.
Oh god, Chels. I hope I don’t find you in a compromising situation like the last time I visited you and found you on top of a redheaded nurse.
Cee opened the door and found Chelsea seated behind her desk, looking completely engrossed in what was on her computer. Which was pr
