My Image Is Yours

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Chapter twenty-five: "My Image Is Yours"

Chapter twenty-five: "My Image Is Yours"

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"Eugene"

"Hey Eugene"

I snapped out of my daze while looking out of the window that shows the entire view of the city below, Cara was trying to call out to me from her desk

God forsake me for being so bored in this situation, I don't really know what to do if I'm being useful or not at the moment

"Hm?"

She raised a brow at me "What do you mean hm? Get your ass here Jackson" her hand made a gesture for me to come to her

Being seated so long made my legs a bit numb so it made my legs not function properly when walking up to my boss, her legs were crossed while both of her hands were holding different colored fabrics "Do you think cotton would do or silk?" she asked me

I did not sign up for this

Without giving much thought I responded by saying "Cotton?"

She gave me a dead look in her eyes "I knew it, I was testing you and you have a horrible taste!"

"What type of clothes are you even making to ask me such a question?!"

Her hand grabbed the sketchbook laid on the wooden glazed desk and held it up to show the sketch of a nightdress. I tilted my head in confusion "So? Comfort is best suited for sleeping, what's wrong with cotton?"

She facepalmed herself and groaned "This is lingerie Eugene, majority of lingerie dresses are made of silk or see-through lace"

My face went red "Well excuse me if I don't have any knowledge of women's underwear, I never had any relationship so I'm stuck here"

Cara narrowed her eyes at me "Seriously? Eugene, any man knows even the basic materials used to make lingerie"

"Why am I being pulled into this?"
Mom is gonna freak out that this is how I put food on the table from now on

I only have so much dignity left before Cara tries to destroy it with her perverted doings, God could only tell how many dirty things running through her mind while having an innocent yet seductive face

The oh so cold Caramia that people view in the magazines is a pervert and I can back that up with so much evidence

Exhibit A would be that she asked me if she was fuckable

No woman decent enough would ask a man that and put on a seductive face like we were close

"Because I just want to annoy you since you looked bored over there" she gave me a quick grin before returning to her stone-cold face

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