Love in Lingerie by Alessandra Torre
Love in Lingerie
I contracted her to settle my organization, to breath life into Marks Lingerie back. I didn’t anticipate that her will end up being my companion. I didn’t hope to begin to look all starry eyed at her.
The main run of business is to never touch your workers. I think there is another govern about not falling for your closest companion—an administer against envisioning the bends of her body, or the way her breathing would change on the off chance that I pulled down her underwear and unfastened my jeans.
Presently, I can hardly wait any more. I’m hurling out the tenets.
Damn the organization.
Damn our fellowship.
Damn my apprehensions.