Chapter 9

Victors

I look over my computer screen and see her focused and zoned in on work. My eyes paint out every little detail on her face. If I had enough time, I would go through every individual strand of her lustrous chocolate hair.

My eyes continue their journey along the length of her hair, which stretches straight and untangled, almost as if each individual strand could be set free on its own accord. They wander automatically from her hair to her face. Brown, focused eyes that display intelligence to be marveled at. I haven’t given her anything more than sorting files and managing the presentation content; the level she delivers is nothing short of top-notch.

Call me a pervert, but I want to know what those cupid lips of hers taste like. She retracts them like she’s straining to do something and then pops them back out suddenly, making the inner chambers of my pants pop as well.

I go back to her hair again and follow it all the way to her shoulders. She