The Perfect Rivals

Luca Alessio Giannini

The woman was a vile precarious creature.

The woman... she touched and ignited some nirvana in my bones. I am still sporting a hard-on just looking at her leaning back relaxing in my office. Doing nothing but being there.

She was fucking drinking vodka from her third hip flask like a drunkard at 11:30 all the while she pretended to scroll through her phone. But the woman head would snap and ears would perk on any voice, for anything that could be a sign of a threat.

I couldn’t pinpoint but the woman posture, her whole persona had gone through a change. I assessed her with squinted eyes, back to back without stopping typing. I haven't gotten any work done, this sexy beast was occupying my less than holy thoughts.

The girl was in a defensive position, not relaxing for a second as if she could be executed any moment now. Was