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There are s that I love about , I’ent people On the down side, it is fiercely coues can be brutal In my experience, women are especially catty The men I’ve worked with have been driven, and don’t involve a lot of emotion into work There’s just no time for it

But women are a different breed What is it omen and dra an aues is preferable This hasn’t been a challenge for me for the most part

Until Carly Lennox

Carly joined our firood at plastering a fake smile on her pretty face in front of the bosses, but her eyes are cutting She’d give her right tit to throw nore her for the most part because she works on a different team, and I’m thankful

And then there are days that I just can’t seem to avoid her

I breeze into the restroom at five pm on Friday afternoon It’s the end of the workday, and Nate and I are going to spend a good portion of the weekend together, again We’ve spent every night together since Monday, alternating between his place andat different ti Nate is just un to wear on my nerves I never realized before how often I see hihout the day A few days away from the office to just be us is a welcoe, plush restroo sweetly My mom always says, kill ‘em with kindness It seems to especially ith the bitchy Carly

"Plans for the weekend?" she asks and sloss over her pouty lips She really is stunning with naturally curly red hair, big brown eyes, and creah, with no et when you’re a bitch

"Yes, I have a few," I respond, deliberately vague "You?"

"Oh, I have a date" She smirks and looks around, as if she’s about to confide a deep secret and wants to make sure we’re alone "With Nate"

What the fuck?

My face doesn’t change I apply ue over my front teeth and smirk at her "Good luck with that"

I saunter back out of the restroo I have no question that Nate is not seeing her; he spends every freeher off and head toward Nate’s office He’s requested another "after work ht’s plans

And so he can see me

It’s really quite ridiculous how addicted we’ve beco through the threshold to his office suite, I see that Mrs Glover isn’t at her desk, so I just continue to Nate’s office door, knock once, and before he can answer, I open the door and breeze right in

"Sorry I’m late, Mr McKenna…" the words stop andat his desk, leaned back in his chair, looking up at a very beautiful brunette perched on the edge of his desk, her long legs crossed, black stiletto-clad feet dangling She’s wearing a si up at her

Her fingers are running down his face

I want to claw her fucking eyes out Nate’s gaze swings to mine when he sees me enter the room and for a brief ret, then he’s his cool, calm, professional self

Mrs Glover clambers in after me