Panaginip pa rin ba ito? Tanong ni Claire sa sarili.
Luke cupped me through my skirt, and I whimpered, my body arching against the wall behind me. His thumb found my cl*t and dug its way through the fabric, pressing hard and massaging it in lazy circles.
Oops! Hindi pala, inayos lang niya ang laylayan ng palda ko. Overloaded na yata ang utak kong lasing at kung ano-ano na lang ang naiisip o talagang tigang na tigang lang ako? Dagdag niyang tanong sa sarili.
"W-what are you doing, Luke?" Tanong na lang niya sa lalaking kamukha ng amo niyang mabango at masungit.
"I'm merely trying to make yourself decent, Miss Garcia. Baka may ibang papasok, mapagkamalan pang babae kita at inaano kita dito sa elevator. Inayos ko lang ang laylayan ng palda mo. Huwag kang assuming dyan."
"Hmpp! Sure ka ha!?" She answered with the same intensity as he did.
"Anong tingin mo sa akin? Hindi ako pumapatol sa lasing. But don’t try to convince me you’re a good girl," he hissed, his breath—mint and fresh coffee
