June

Pttf…

What was that for? He could’ve just said it calmly. It’s not even my fault the damn document got wet. If we had just talked it through instead of him telling me to prove I wanted that secret relationship by sucking his—

Oh—June. Don’t go there. You’ll get wet again.

Anyways, it’s both our faults. It takes two to tango, doesn’t it?

I fidget with my skirt, feeling the stares from the other employees prick my skin. He’s already gone, after yelling at ...