Chapter 66 Working Late: His Secretary's Wet Cunt

• The office was quiet. Too quiet. My fingers flew over the keyboard as I muttered under my breath, trying to finish the last pieces of the presentation for tomorrow’s summit.
• Two weeks in as his secretary, and I was already stretched thin. I rubbed my eyes and leaned back in my chair, glancing at the clock.
• Of course he was out on another date. The Bruno I knew… my boss, Bruno Marcelli… always charming, always smooth, always getting what he wanted. I couldn’t help the small pang of jealousy curling in my chest.