be here.โ She approaches with her usual cheerful step, carefully placing a bag and her purse on Dylanโs desk, a plastic bag containing a recently purchased Chinese food. โI did, but I came back. . . I just canโt get that story out of my mind.โ
The collar of Delilahโs jacket is lugged up, hiding fawn cheeks from the stinging wind that accompanies winter. Slender fingers are in the midst unravelling her scarf when a voice breaks through the silence, a smile breaking through plump lips. โDylan. I didnโt think youโd +
coffee, theyโll need another. Daniela will just get them to warm it in the microwave. Why she is here getting them and not someone else, especially since she is the most senior Reporter apart from Dylan speaks of office sexism.
Tender laughter bubbles along her supple neck with ease, a rosy tongue peeking out to moisten honeyed lips and slender fingers dare to graze, dragging across Tiffanyโs forearms. How mischief blooms, has set the depths of those sweet, sweet browns ablaze. โIโm willing to take +
just the chosen few. Tiffany is one of them. โI like taking risks. It adds fun.โ Those fingers run down to caramel palms, tracing lazily before sinking away. โPretty, pretty please can I have ten?โ Not that she needed that many, but the way that some of her colleagues drink +
done.โ Whatever the price. Fuck. Tiffany turns and Delilah leans back, lazily swaying against the bar as a finger teases at her lip as her eyes never stray. Hmm. Thatโs such a nice ass.
Oh. Those sinfully ample lips blossom without an ounce of hesitation, a playful grin that is utterly divine settling into itโs throne with seamless ease. Itโs the pretty one here tonight. Hmm. Delilah likes this one. So pretty. Perhaps this silly chore could end up being +
pooling browns radiate charisma, mischief. โI guess itโs the dealerโs choice.โ Her eyebrows wiggle, gaze dropping down to Tiffanyโs lips when she leans closer. Oh. How sheโd ride that face for hours if given half the chance. โYou make โem and tell me your choice, Iโll see it +
Palms press against the bar, painted nails shimmering beneath the establishments lights and a bright smile draws on her lips. Honeyed are those chocolate pupils, eyelashes fluttering. โYou arenโt closing just yet, are you?โ Soft and sweet. Delilah +
is always sweet, a pretty little thing. โThe bulletinโs pulling a late oneโโ.โ Again. Fucking Alison and her undying desire to try for fame. She didnโt even do the work, but happily took the credit. โCould you do a few coffees? Even if itโs just from the jug. Their +