Being Yours
“That’s disgusting. You can eat that crap and still sport that to-die-for body.”
Justine groaned and turned to face Mitzy. If anyone’s body was perfect, it was Mitzy’s. She wore a skintight banana-yellow shirtdress and her jet-black hair had been carefully designed in a rave retro seventies look. Despite Justine’s dislike of the meddling woman, she had to admit—Mitzy looked striking. “This is a company kitchen,” she pointed out coolly. “In other words, for staff that hasn’t been suspended.”
Mitzy smiled, unperturbed. “Darn. I thought you’d be happy to see me.”
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