I Met Him In The Storeroom

I Met Him In The Storeroom

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I met him in the storeroom though perhaps 'met' is too strong a word for we did not speak. We merely brushed against one another as we collected our produce.
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"Well, well, well. Who do we got here?" An annoying voice mocked me. I clenched my teeth and faced him with a glare, while his eyes raked my whole body. Again. He stopped in my thighs, his eyes widening a little. I couldn't help but pity myself. Surely he's never seen legs like mine, with his sex crimes he's probably used to seeing long, thin, sexy legs, while mine are short, strong, but stubby. "What do you want?" I snarled. His eyes came back to mine, and he smirked."Chill ThunderThighs." I gave him a mean look, is he seriously insulting me right now ? ☆☆☆☆ Disclaimer:I'm still editing the first few chapters but i promise you it gets better:)

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