PLAYTHING OF THE ALPHA PREDATORS
I looked up at her with a small frown, “I’m not a clown face, you creep.”
“Yes you are,” she argued, “you’ve had a smile permanently glued to your face since you got back this morning and that definitely makes you one.”
“You’re just fishing for gossip, we both know that,” I rolled my eyes at her.
She didn’t deny my claim, in fact, she proceeded to prove it.
“And so? I just happen to know that that wishful smile you walked in with is a sign of nothing other than peak sexual satisfaction, and I need to know the tea!” she clapped, her eyes practically popping out of her head and filled with curiosity.
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