Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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Last night has had me in a chokehold this whole morning.
The moment I awoke from that terrible sleep, I couldn't get it off of my mind that Harlow had denied my an orgasm hours before. It killed me.
And, of course I had my own ideas how to bring it back and orgasm on my own, but that would be breaking Harlow's rules. If I want Harlow to follow the rules I made up for her, then I'll have to follow hers, too.
It took me everything to get out of bed this morning after my alarm rung, because I was tired and needy after last night. I hated the feeling. But I also learnt that with Harlow, you either listen and do what your told, or you lose.
Next time, I'll know exactly what to do.
Though, right now, I have to stop thinking about this and get ready for work.
I took a quick shower, then changed into my outfit. I brushed my hair out and tied it into a mid-ponytail. In front of my new mirror, I applied some mascara and lip balm. I don't see the point in wearing too much make up for work, since it's not anything special and I mean come on, I live with these people, surprisingly, they've probably seen me look worse.
I grabbed the schedule on my dresser, looking over it and noticing the first room I needed to have done was on this floor, but unfortunately I still needed to get downstairs to get the trolley.
I took the lift down to the ground floor, but I stopped by the kitchen on my way, seeming as I had a few minutes until I really started working hours.
I find the girls fairly close together, bringing out some equipment for cooking breakfast this morning, so I walk over.
"Hey!" I tell them, as their heads all turn into my direction and they smile.
Sam drops her stuff onto the counter and waddles over to me. "How's the new accommodation?" She asks with a grin.
I laugh at her choice of big words. "It's good. Really really big. But no tv." I say, pouting at the end, as Sam grips my arm, looking like she's about to faint.
"No- no tv?! Oh lord, I think I'm going to pass out!" She says, slightly drooping, then bringing herself back up with a laugh.
"Is it better then our room?" Elena asks, and I make a little 'sorry' face before I nod.
"Shame, let's all get hot new partners so we can all get separate big rooms." She says, smiling before she turns her attention back to the counter.
"Talking about partners," Vera butts in and nudges me, "Have you seen yours yet?" She asks, quirking an eyebrow.
I feel a little bad talking to Vera about all this stuff and about having a 'partner' or whatever, even if it's only a sex partner, since it's only been a very few days since her and Damiano broke up. She seems to be taking it well though, I just feel a little selfish talking about it.
