DELILAH'S DIRTY SECRET

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"Do you work here?" He asked.

"Nah, not really. I only come when hired." I replied, my voice seems like it's fading. I placed my glass of wine in my mouth, sipping on it.

This isn't my proudest moment, but I had no option.

Mrs Mills looks at me over her shoulder, giving me a ‘what the fu*k are you doing’ look to which I mouth back a frantic ‘I don't know.’

"Which days do you work?" He asked again, I was beginning to feel like the conversation should come to an end already.

"Weekends."

But then, he's still standing right in front of me. I flick my eyes to his, heat spreading over my cheeks and I am so god damn relieved the lightning is red, otherwise I'd look like an idiot.

Or… more like an idiot.

I stared down at the counter, just play dead. He won't notice and he'll leave. Or he'll probably think you're insane and give up anyway.

All my ideas are shattered when the same face leans down to my view, an amused smirk played on his dangerous lips.

"Hiding from something, love?"

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