1. DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 9--10


    Date: 1/26/2024, Categories: Occupations, Author: campusvamp 

    ... deliberately misunderstanding that Danny had been about to say he'd pay. With a sigh, he seemed to finally accept that I was in charge.

As Danny opened the door to the Coffee Clutch for me, I continued my babble, "You know something? I'm hungry. Let's get a sandwich andthen a pastry for dessert." Not giving Danny a chance to say no, I captured his arm in a tighter grip and led him toward the deli area in the store.

"Maybe not pastry, though. I'm gaining weight. These shorts feel kinda tight," I mused as I twisted at the waist to give Danny a good look at the smidgeon of bare ass cheeks that were peeking out of the bottom of my Daisy Dukes. I pretended to look down over my shoulder, "Do I look like I've gained weight? Be honest! I think so. I really need to start making time to run more. Do you run? We should make a running date..."

Having so much practice, I'm great at mindless babble. I think it's because my mom is a talker. I mean, Mom can just talk-talk-talk-talk-talk... I guess I get it from her. I continued to babble through ordering. After sitting down with a coffee, sandwich, and a blueberry muffin, I let Danny talk a bit. By the time we'd finished our sandwiches, I'd learned that Danny was studying to be a pharmacist or a veterinarian or something medical like that. He was a straight-A student and that sounded good to me. I was sure I'd found my nerd.

We were almost done with our pastry when I asked if Danny could do me a favor.

"I knew it," I heard ...
    ... Danny mutter. He had a sour look on his face.

"Knew what?"

"Iknew you wanted something. Olivia, if you want a couch moved or something you don't need to buy me food," Danny told me in a disgusted tone, throwing his balled-up napkin onto his plate. "Just tell me what you want. At least you won't have homework you want me to do for you."

"Hey! What is your problem?" I asked. I didn't like his tone.

"My problem is girls like you."

"What aboutgirls like me? You don't know anything about me."

"I know all I need to know about you."

"Like what?" I challenged, wondering if Danny somehow knew I was a call girl.

"You were the Queen Bee in high school. You skated all four years because you had guys like me doing your homework. Writing your papers. You studied just enough to get Cs on your tests. The rest of the time you and your girlfriends talked about makeup, clothes, and boys. Am I close to being right?"

"We talked about other things, too," I told Danny self-righteously, then realized I'd just confirmed everything he'd said.

"Just get it over with, Olivia. Tell me what you want so you can go back to ignoring me. Next week I have Finals, so I'll be with my study groups all weekend if it's going to take a lot of time."

"Study groups? Like, at the library with other nerds... I mean, other students?"

Danny scowled. "No. You meant nerds. Yes, I'll be at the library with theother nerds and..."

"Then that's perfect," I interrupted, totally pleased. I'd ...
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