Miss Johannson (english version)

Miss Johannson (english version)

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"I don't care what you say. You're mine." Johansson presses you gently against the side of her Mercedes. She's so close to you, you can feel her breath on your lips. Only a few centimetres separate you. Her thigh pushes between your legs. You get hot. She pins you down with her eyes. What if someone sees you? Johansson lifts your chin slightly, forcing you to look at her. "Did you hear that? Your lips don't touch any but mine." - - - - - - - - The company you work for is getting a new boss. A very attractive one. After some initial embarrassment, you decide to impress her with your work and make her remember you... _______ A/N: I originally wrote this book in German. This is an attempt to translate it into English. That's not my first language, so please bear with me.
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