Summer took a seat on the couch as she remarked, “What’s the rush? It’s not like anyone’s gonna deduct your wage over it or something. Now, about last night... Thank you. I have no doubt that you did something to convince Jackson to apologize to me over the phone. It’s hard for him, I know. I don’t blame him.”
As Tiffany had only just woken up, she was not precisely at her most sober. “Huh?... I mean, just doing my job! Yeeeeap.”
Suddenly, Summer’s expression changed before pulling out a bra from underneath her. “What the...?”
Tiffany froze. If she remembered correctly, her bra should not have been the only thing tucked inside the couch cushions, there
should have been something else that was way, way more embarrassing! God, last night, they took such a direct dive into their passion that neither of them had the thought of tidying things up!
Her thoughts returned to the present, and she lurched forward, snatching the bra from Summer’s hand. “Oh, I’m so, so sorry about this! Um, this place can be a little pigsty because I, um, haven’t tidied it up lately! Oh, look at the time, you must have something waiting to be done too, right, Auntie Summer? Don’t worry about me, I’m doing super! A-a-and Jackson’s doing super, too! Oops, gotta wash up and go to work, haha!”
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