The fluorescent lights in the hallway shined very bright, for a moment Shine felt they could see through the nasty thoughts plaguing her mind that early morning.
Once she arrived at her desk, she checked the time.
It was 6:30 AM.
Shine sat down, her hands trembling as she tried to organize a stack of folders. She was wearing a tight, charcoal pencil skirt and a cream blouse—a dangerous choice, considering she had purposely skipped her morning session with the pump.
Her chest was a wall of fire.
Every heartbeat sent a sharp, stabbing throb through her breasts.
They were rock-hard in solemn anticipation, straining against the thin lace of her bra, already weeping small, warm droplets she managed to contain.
The private elevator chimed.
Gilbert stepped out and didn't say a word.
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