🔥💣WARNING!!💣🔥
To read this story, well...a good imagination would be great; you need to imagine and remember the scenes before and after the scenes I have re-written in each chapter. And, could be you also may need a bit of a naughty mind and i...
Oh..my. His beautiful and sweet babe. As soon as he laid eyes on her very pink appearance, he felt better.
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He'd been grouchy since the incident with Fabri the day before, damn scumbag! As if Sanem's scent would be for sale..! And much less to someone like him! He quickly ended the conversation with Deren and made her leave his office, which meant he would be on his own with Sanem and the tea she had brought him; that was what he really wanted and needed in that moment.
A few minutes later he was totally lost in her; the way she murmured out the story about the Underground Violet to him, after she'd let him smell the perfume she'd made for him and after she'd put some on his neck...oh my, again.
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They were both caught in their own little pink world, and were just about to kiss when CeyCey showed up and interrupted them. He definitely broke the magic spell between them, but not the sexual tension though, which made Sanem stutter out a few words about that 'she didn't understand, Can Bey', while Can turned away and grabbed something from the shelve behind his desk, just to seem occupied and of course, to hide away his throbbing hard on.
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Sanem fled out of his office and followed CeyCey to the work station. She was so excited and tried to calm down; she blew out some air and reached the barrier wall and hung on it with a folder in her hands. She glanced at Can in his office, and she could see that he was reading the poem she had written and placed in the perfume box for him. She got nervous and wondered if he would appreciate her words; maybe he wasn't that kind of man, or...maybe he was. Anyhow, at least he looked pleased when she met eyes with him in a rather shy way from where she stood, and it made her feel immensely happy.
