Her morning was a college of desire. Sounds bled through thin maple walls, nut stains travelling from the couples’ morning news show and banter to her half lit residence. ‘definitely’ the text read and she rolled over. She wondered if she would want him the same way she sucked on his fingers after hosting the successful fundraiser at his lofty home. She wondered if his stature would feel as impressive when he wasn’t cutting her down with paychecks and too-long looks. She had a feeling that with a little work she could drum up desire when necessary.
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