Perfect. That is the word that I would use to best describe my life. Perfect. Spencer and I are finally together, sneaking around maybe, but together. I guess that being with Spencer in secret is better than not being with Spencer at all. And God being with Spencer is, perfect. Sure I’ll probably have a back ache in the morning tomorrow from laying on top of the blonde lawyer’s desk but the kisses I’m recieving right now are worth every spasm.

 

She’s onto my neck now, it’s my weak spot, and she knows it. I try to hold back my moans because I know that her secretary is right outside the closed door of her office and getting caught is not an option. I wish that she was mine, all mine, but I know that with her wife that is impossible, so for now making out on her office desk will have to do.

 

The door clicked and the sound echoed throughout her office. She removed herself from on top of me and quickly searched around for her shirt. She found hers and mine in a pile on the floor she threw a shirt at me and I began to hastily put it on.

 

Spencer yelled to the person to come in, when she did up her last button. A red head of hair showed itself and the body of Maxwell Sheperd Spencer’s assisant soon followed. He observed us suspiciously before Spencer cleared her throat drawing his attention to his boss.

 

"Max," she coughed, "do you need something?"

 

"Your wife hun, line three…" Spencer let out a groan of frustraiton and trudged over to the phone. She picked it up with a aggravated, ‘Hello’, and her secretary turned his gaze on me, "So Miss Davies how’ve you been doll?" I raised my eyebrow at the red head.

 

"I’ve been good…why do you ask?"

 

"No reason it just looks like you have been having some fun that’s all…" once again I raised my eyebrows in question, "well I just happened to notice that you are wearing my bosses shirt," he said with a smirk. I paniked and looked down to see with my dismay that I was wearing the lawyers v-neck shirt.

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