Chapter 4

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5 years later.

My first day at the practice. I was nervous. I've been there one time before at my interview and it had been amazing. I was only going to work there over the summer. But it was worth it. I was only their secretary but I was still happy about the job. 

I walked in to Naomi's office to talk to her before I got started. I could feel everyones eyes at me. I had grown a bit over the last couple of years. I talked to her for an hour or so. 


Once we were finish talking we all went to the conferrence room so I could get introduced to everyone. I stood next to Naomi, while she was talking. "Guys I want you to meet our new secretary, Dani Parrilla," she told them. "Dani, this is Sam, Addison, Violet, Pete and Cooper." Pete just stood there and checked me out. "Earth to Pete, stop drooling," Addison said and waved her hand in front of him. I blushed and looked down. 

I sat down behind the desk in the hallway. "Hey," Pete said. He was leaning against the desk with his elbows for support and looked at me. "Hey," I said and smiled at him. "You know, if you need a tour or anything, you can always come to my office," he told me. "Thank you Pete, I will think about it, I promise." I looked him in the eyes and bite my lip. I looked at his ass when he walked away. 

The first day was perfect. There was so many things to do. At lunch I had got to talk to the others and get to know them. They were really sweet. All of them. Specially Pete. I sat on the counter eating my salad, when I noticed he was looking at my legs and I rolled my eyes. I jumped down and threw the last of my food in the trash. 


I got to go home early, but before I did, I wanted to talk to Pete in his office. I knocked on his door and he opened. "You're checking me out," I said to him. "But, you are beautiful," he said. "You have no right to tell me that." I walked in to his office and closed the door. I sat down on the couch and looked at him. "Why don't you do something about it?" I looked at him. Before he could do something I hold on to the color of his shirt and pulled him down on the couch next to me. 


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