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    Story written on November 19, 2022 by Freckled.
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    ”Ugh!” She rubbed her hands over her face. She checked her phone. Two in the morning. She had to be up in four hours for another day of work. She set her phone down, took a deep breath, and pulled her blanket up to her chin. Gurgling stomach acid…No. Skin slipping off his ankles…No. Nichols.

    ”Ugh!” She rubbed her hands over her face. She checked her phone. Two in the morning. She had to be up in four hours for another day of work. She set her phone down, took a deep breath, and pulled her blanket up to her chin.

    Gurgling stomach acid…No. Skin slipping off his ankles…No. Nichols. Nichols’ hair. Lorna and her red lipstick. Red’s glasses. Alex…Alex.

    She’d found the thought that stuck.

    Alex’s eyes, meeting mine. The way her hair looked when it was pushed back away from her face. The way her arm muscles stiffened under the sleeves of her dress shirt when she opened the heavy cooler door. Her rose tattoo.

    Piper began to feel the familiar heat rising in her core.

    Her voice. The way it sounds when she tells me to do something. She thinks I have potential.

    She took a deep breath, imagining Alex becoming angry with her for failing a task she’d asked her to do. What does Alex’s voice sound like when she yells? Does she clench her jaw? Does she ball her fists at her side and say things sternly?

    Without much thought, Piper snaked her hand to her lower stomach, playing with the lining of her spandex shorts. This was not a good idea. This was not a pedestal she wanted to place Alex on. She did not want to associate this level of sexual attraction to her boss. Yet, here she was, sliding her hand into the front of her shorts. She carefully dipped her fingers into the familiar wet feeling between her legs. Piper was much more excited than she’d anticipated. Her fingers slipped inside herself easily. She let out a sigh, continuing her mental fantasy of the tall dark woman.

    ”Piper, didn’t I ask you to get this done before noon?” Alex asked, her voice edging on passive aggressive.

    ”Yes, I’m sorry. I just didn’t have time.” Piper apologized, looking up at her green eyes.

    ”You’re sorry? I guess that just fixes everything.” Alex huffed, throwing a clipboard down onto her desk loudly. Piper flinched at the sound.

    ”Well…how can I fix it?” The blonde asked, rising slowly from her chair. Alex looked down on her, her hands resting on the desk behind her as she leaned back. Her long legs crossed at the ankles in her perfectly fitted pinstripe pants that Piper loved so much.

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