38 - Promise Me
Mia
James tugged down my skirt, sliding papers and books on his desk, which he had pushed down when I had entered his office. I pulled up my panties, straightening my clothes and hair, trying not to panic.
“Enter.”
The door opened just as I took a pencil in my hand, staring deeply at the examples of models I had sketched for the final project of the year, which James had asked us to do. I turned around and saw Claire, clutching a sketchbook to her chest, her eyes throwing daggers at me before drifting to James and softening.
“Hi, Mister James!”
Please. I might barf.
“Hello, Clara.” James gave her a tight smile when she entered.
“It’s Claire,” she corrected, still smiling prettily at him. Her skirt was inched higher than before. I looked away, squeezing the pen
