My Wife's Best Friend

MWBF 11

"These are the rooms you'll be working in. You are right across from my office and each other."

Tatiana was grinning hard.

"Stop smiling, Tatiana." Nicole said. "You've worked here how long and still can't believe you're this close to her?"

Krista smiled and hugged Tatiana. "You're consider my daughter, since you're best friends with my Nicole."

Tatiana nodded and they went off to their offices.

"Smith, what we doing first?"

"Jackson, just designing a few things." She said, pulling out her notebook.

Michael nodded and started sketching.

After two hours, Michael drew fifteen designs and Nicole had four, plus a drawing of Michael's face.

"I'm not a design." He said, taking her book.

"Jackson, give it here, now." He ran and she chased him.

For ten minutes she did and eventually gave up, knowing she wasn't getting it back.

"Why did you draw me looking down drawing?" He questioned.

"I thought it looked nice, not you, the pose." She responded back.

He nodded and gave her book back.

She snatched it and and tore out her designs. "Give me yours and I'll have my mom's assistant make them."

He watched her bend over to pick up her bag.

"Jackson, your eyes should be on Tatiana's, not mine." She smiled and looked him and he blushed.