One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle
“Oh my God! It’s winter! They hold hands in the pocket of Mr. Granger’s padded jacket, eat hot chicken broth from the same bowl, walk underneath one umbrella in the snow, tell jokes cuddled in bed, read in front of the fireplace…”
“Gosh, you sure have a lot of things for them to do.”
“You’re the romantic.”
John seemed to be the desire of the ladies in the company, and the thought of it disgusted me. Funny enough, I was also one of them once—drooling over, and dying to have him.
That evening, when everyone was preparing to leave, John came by, and stood in front of my desk.
“How is work with the departmental secretaries?” He asked, and I looked around, noticing the people staring.
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