Chapter 5
by 
Yelawolf
what
reception
You walk over to the reception desk, your footsteps echoing across the marble floor.
As you reach the desk, the woman stood there glances up from her paperwork, a warm smile on her face.
You are astounded, she is quite possibly the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. It takes all of your willpower not to glance down at her cleavage, so tantalizingly on display.
Fuck, she's hot.
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