Once Upon my Polka Dot Undies

Once Upon my Polka Dot Undies

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"This is all your fault, you know." I said to him with narrowed eyes as we stood in the small cubicle in the women's toilets, trying to hide from our families. "How is this my fault? Our parents planed this behind our backs, I had nothing to do with it!" he hissed back. I shook my head. "I mean it's all your fault we have to tolerate each other's faces in the first place. If you hadn't lied to your dad about me being your assistant and girlfriend to get him off your sorry case, you lazy bastard! Of all people, you had to be my psychiatrist's son." I spat back. "Well maybe if you hadn't forgotten your panties in the tumble drier that one time in the Laundromat, kicked me in the nuts and walked in on me while I was sleeping in my father's office then maybe we wouldn't have even met." "What? You were the one who tried to grope me before you even knew my name." I said to him. He groaned, like I was the problem. "Bitch!" "Jerk!" I spat back. I sighed. Who knew that one pair of polka dot undies and my extremely bad timing could get me in such a situation.
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"Ms. Peterson, did you attend a club Friday night? " Mr. Shaw said causally as he focused his eyes on his twirling pen. "No" I said trying not to show that I was lying. But then again people always think I'm lying. "Well I just ask because when I went to a club Friday night...there was a girl who looked an awful lot like, you dancing on one of the tables at a bar with a bra on as a top" he said focusing his narrowing eyes on me now. " Is that question really appropriate to ask in the work place sir?" I said confused. "I'm not sure? Is it Ms. Peterson?" he said a little sarcastically. "Well... since you are not sure, I will just be on the safe side and not answer it sir" I said hoping to get a positive response for what I just said. "Very well. Get out now" he said coldly and I walked out of the office with my next assignment. Why didn't God answer my prayer about Mr. Shaw getting attacked by a bear? I thought to myself when i had close the door behind me. (Written September 22 2017 Has mature language and I might write another part for the steamy scenes and this is my first book so take it easy. This is still Jenjen010101 I just changed it to Enn0114 because I can. #233 on July 6 DON'T STEAL MY FREAKING WORK. I GOT RIGHT'S ON THIS BITCH , BITCH. Thank you and have a pleasant read)

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