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What the fuck?

I don’t notice shit like this unless I’ht, and that’s definitely not happening with her She’s too young, and there’s far too much hope in her pretty face Jesus, I need another drink

“I-IUhmI’m Nea Kinley,” she stutters at rowl and step back to allow her inside

“You’re early” My voice coruff, and I have to clear“I don’t like tardiness, but being too early can also be frustrating since I live onsite,” I bite out, releasing the door handle and leaving her to shut the door behind herself

“I’m sorry” I hear her froover pounding in irl, even dressed all in black, is far too bright

In the kitchen, I grab a ard the waif of a wo-sleeved blouse, and even though I’h the flimsy material

“You have a lovely home,” she tells me A small, shy smile dances on her full, pink lips, and I can’t stopentranced by them

“Do you drink coffee?” I ask her, not co on her observation

“Yes, Mr Elliot”

Nodding, I place a secondunder the drip and wait for it to fill Once it’s done, I take the at the breakfast counter She’s shifting from one foot to the other, and her hands treers brush along entle touch of her skin

I don’t think this is a good idea She can’t work for me It’s been a while since a wo her here on a daily basis

“Tellfor her to joinwhile before she sits