HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT
A beautiful, radiant smile is plastered across Eleanor's face, and she does a tiny, happy victory dance right there in the center of the lab.
She's happy. Fuck. When she is happy, she looks even more ravishing.
"But we actually have a major problem," Zara cuts in a low, sudden voice, causing everyone to freeze.
"What problem?" Eleanor asks.
"We don't have any custom labels. No packaged branded nylons. Nothing to ship them in professionally." I watch all of their faces fall in unison.
"I'll get it done by tomorrow," Eleanor says quickly, trying to stay positive and my chest flutters
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