Who does? Ethan thought.
"Uh, yeah. I don't see why not. At the very least, if it doesn't
work out, then nothing has been lost and we could go back
to driving ourselves," Ethan rubbed the back of his neck as
he gave it a little more thought, but had answered quicker
than his mind had time to process.
Tiffany's faced beamed. "Great! I'll pick you up in the
morning and take the first week's shift. How does seven
sound?" She leaned forward, the line of her cleavage
extending down the tank top she wore for practice.
Ethan adverted his eyes, but just after allowing himself a
very brief moment of leering satisfaction. Clearing his
throat, he answered, "Yep. Sounds good."
Satisfied, Tiffany stood and left Ethan's office - a small but
noticeable sway in her hips - leaving Ethan alone, gawking
at the white marker board before him. But now the X's and
O's seemed to make even less sense than before.
YOU ARE READING
Light house
General FictionIt's a love story.. and there is also adult things.. so don't tell me i didn't warn u.. ^_^
