Mr. Rose

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I was driving down the streets of Chicago heading to the bulls building.. I entered in struting in my nude Louis Vutton red bottoms, I fluffed my bob out and moved my Moschino shades to my head.
When came to the desk I pulled my emerald pencil skirt down and fixed my shirt.
"The office is on the left" I looked the receptionist up and down and went about my business. I got on to the elevator and pressed the button
" hold up hold up!"
My manicured hands held the door open..
"Thank you."
I smiled shly and realized who he was ..
"Hi, i'm Diamond.. Your new publicist."
He licked his lips and said hello back.
Well miss publicist, i need you to give me your number so we can have contact.
This nigga here.. Thinking he slick.
"Mr. Rose, at least show me my office before asking to communicate through phone." The elevator door opened and i walked out i looked back as he got off too.
"So Mr.Rose.. My office?"
He smirked, yes Diamond.
He brushed against me close enough to smell axe.
I walked in.. "Wow what a view.."
"Yeah"
He came behind me & touched my ass.
"Mr.Rose"
He cut me off.
Call me Derrick ..

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