Monday

Lilly

Monday morning rolled around and I walked into the office with a mixture of excitement and trepidation at seeing my boss. Flicking a gaze at his closed door, his voice already booming through it, I sat my bag down on my desk and went into the kitchen to grab Chance his coffee.

Once back, I glanced at Kimberly. “He’s still in there, right?”

“I think so,” she responded, all her attention on her computer screen. “I think he’s done with his call. I heard him say a few creative words when he hung up.”

My lips tugged up. Chance seemed too controlled of a man to curse. Except when he fucked you. Then all the filth came out and I loved it. The memory of it sent a heavy weight between my legs.

Jesus, don’t think about that.

I looked down at myself one last time. My black pencil skirt was wrinkle free, my light green blouse didn’t reveal anything it shouldn’t. The color reminded me of Chance’s eyes. I’d never admit to anyone that it was precisely the reason I chose it this morning.

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