Leilani.
It's been a couple of days since my uncomfortable situation, aka the heat, and even up until now, I would be lying if I said I didn't still feel tingles in my groin whenever I moved. Or that my breasts still weren't sore and heavy from the after effects of my unfulfilled heat cycle.
I set my tablet down onto the table and squeezed my eyes shut. My head ached like a fucking bitch and the technical problem in front of me looked so massive, no one would ever believe I've solved far worse in a far shorter time.
"Should I get you a glass of water?" Yvette asked, snapping me out of my haze, and when I looked up to find her staring down at me worriedly, I nodded.
"Yes please."
She left my office almost instantly only to return a few minutes later, not with a glass of water but a bottle. She muttered; "This is it, ma'am. And forgive me for saying this but I think you need a break."
I think you need a break.
I think you should go home.
