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Chapter 8 by MidnightWriter MidnightWriter

grab a pair?

What for?

Closing the drawer with my foot just in time as the receptionist pops her head in the cubicle. She smiles sweetly at me "Hi Heather is out of her meeting, but she has to work something out quickly. Something hard came up that only she can work out, She's a hard worker your girlfriend lucky you. She asked me to make sure you're comfortable, do you need anything?" she asks looking at me

"huh oh um no th..thank you ill just wait" I stammer nervously my heart hammering in my chest, so loud I'm afraid she hears it. Much to my relief she nods and walks away, i sink back in the chair taking a breath.

What's gotten into me? what would I even do with a pair of Heathers panties? Shaking my head with a chuckle I look at the drawers "might as well keep going I guess" I whisper making a decision.

and then?

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