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Melt for You JT Geissinger 16780K 2023-09-03

Okay, "goddess" is a stretch, but I’ with exaoals, and who am I to question the word of someone naht in abut air?

So, basically, I’ If I don’t drop dead, I’ll definitely be thin by Christmas Seeain for the rest of the day, and I ay too chicken to go into the executive office area to say good-bye Plus, I thought our conversation ended on such a fantastic note there was really nothing that could top it And the danger ofit all was very real, so I slunk out before fate could decide I’d had enough fun and topple the building with a rogue earthquake

I’ voice from behind me makes me jump

"Where’s my pie, lass?"

Gah It’s hilare that would ot ho"

"Excuses, excuses! Next you’ll be tellin’ me they ran out of food at the store!"

I turn around and blast him with the full measure of my dislike, shot from my eyeballs like a hail of bullets "So, okay? I haven’t had a chance to go to the grocery store to get the stuff for your dang" I’m about to continue, but this is when I notice his latest fashion choice, and I’ which he sitights?"

"What, these?" He s, which are clad in a pair of nuclear yellow, stretchy, shiny things that appear to be sprayed on froination Every ripple and bulge are highlighted--especially the bulge in his crotch

It’s inhue I’m certain he’s stuffed an elephant’s trunk into his pants

"Eyes up top, darlin’," he drawls, catching

I’m so mortified, I’d like to kill myself Instead, I turn around and unlock my front door I push it open and am about to sla paw over it and pushes it back

"No, no need to be shy" Laughter warot it for hts They’re runner’s cos"

Coet your hand offsooff on their own They siet my hand off your door when you tell me what tirowl at the innuendo in his voice, which I’m certain is the way he talks to every fe! And stop talking about my shepherd’s pie like it’s my pie pie!"

From my peripheral vision, I see his brows shoot up "Your pie pie?" He bats his lashes, the picture of innocence "I have no idea what you mean I’m just tryin’ to find out when I can expect sorumbles He points to it "You see? I’rins and slaps his hand on his abdoe even the tiniest bit because the man has 0 percent body fat

"Rr-ow!"