Bentley
Ohh f**k me.
I try to ignore the tightness of her n*****s poking through the thin cotton of her dress as I focus back on the screen, saving the document.
This is so unprofessional. Everything about her is. Coming into my study for work in a thin romper, no bra, and I’m guessing no panties either—knowing that fear, intimidation, and humiliation make her feel funny.
I’m never going to use a s****l word with my brother’s fiancée because I can never see her that way. I’m not supposed to. But she makes it hard, doing s**t like this.
You mean makes you hard.
Hell no. I’d rather cut my balls off before they tighten for a girl like Hillary. It’s just off—she’s off. Even if she had nothing to do with my brother, it would never happen.
I don’t mention her dress because that gives her
