A/N : Billie has curtains now SMH -_- Also the daddy kink has turned into a "ma'am" kink, okay? okay.
The end of the day had finally neared and I was getting more and more anxious to leave.
My boyfriend is coming home today and I still have hickey's on my neck from the approach by Ms. O'Connell at lunch time.
How I'm gonna explain that to him, I don't even know but I'll figure something out.
"Ms. Nimeann, you may leave. Grande, stay." Ms. O'Connell said from her office.
Of course.
"Bye, Ariana." Paige smiled, giving me a small wave before leaving her office.
The building was practically empty now, leaving just me and Ms. O'Connell here way past dismissal time.
"Grande, my office." I let out a sigh as I got up from behind my small desk and into her office.
She ordered me to have a seat in her lap, so I did.
"You remember that photo shoot you had a couple of days ago?"
"Vaguely." I mumbled.
She opened a file on her laptop, pulling up the pictures from Wednesday.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, This photo shoot.
"The editors are all done with it and we're making it the cover of this weeks magazine. All I need is your 'okay' and the cover's all yours." She rasped softly against the back of my neck.
"Well then you have my okay." I giggled. I had almost forgot about why I was mad at her mainly due to the fact that her charm was so irresistible.
"Which one's your favorite?"
"Among all of them, probably this one." I pointed to the one with me smiling with a lollipop in my mouth.
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"Mmh Ion know, I kinda like the second one the most." I practically heard the smirk in her voice. She only liked it cause' it was the most sexual.
I can't believe she even got me to wear a dress that short.
Goes to show how much power she has over me.
"Alright, I'll send this in to Neil and then I'm heading home. Are you coming as well, Ms. Grande?" She started to seductively slide her hand up my thigh.
As much as I'd like to, I need her to suffer. Like I said before, If she wants to play the jealousy game, we can.
"No, I can't. My boyfriend's coming back home tonight and I-"
"Turn around." She cut me off.
I turned around in her lap so that I was now straddling her.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me inside of you instead of that dickhead you call a boyfriend when he can't even pay attention to his girl."
