The Train (Dilmer fanfict) On Hold

7

I talked to Joanne about some business-related stuff and then went to my office, checked the cover about 300 times and went to her room, two beats and heard one in between.

Demi looked at the computer and as always did not even bother to look at me, I'm grateful after all, having your eyes on me was not something nice

"Here's the cloak, Miss." I handed her over but I was ignored.

-Let's go upstairs, then I'll see

-I'm sorry, but you wanted to see it as soon as possible.

-Wilmer I'm not going to what I'm doing to see another crap made by you.

I lowered my head. "When I have time, I see

"Whatever you want, I will."

Let's do it together.

-Excuse? I turned around

-The rehearsal with the model unfortunately let's do together

-Unfortunately?

- Photographic Essay is not something I would do with faces made you

- Can I ask why? "Do not be an idiot, you know I'm talking about sex.

Demi opened the door with the cloak in her hands.

- It was good Wilmer

I woke up

- Thank you

I knew you could

I smile weakly

"More you should have gotten at first." He sat down in the chair.

- Joanne told me the time of the photo shoot

- 3 pm, sits Wilmer

- Sorry, I just sat down.

"More if you like, we can go sooner." She leaned her arms on her chair and crossed her legs.

"As you wish."

Demi stared at me the way she'd stared at me last night, but this time she bit her lower lip. I felt a cold run down my spine and my hands began to sweat, my heart seemed to come out of the chest, it was amazing the effect of it on me

"I just want you to know one thing."

- I love messing up workplaces.

Do you understand?