Office Bitch Ch. 04
Anne learns some self control… and just how tenuous it can be with her new needs and urges.
A tiny amount of the now cold coffee has spilled over the edge of my cup. Dark brown rings surround the bottom of the mug as if created from a caffeinated Spirograph rather than my nervous fiddling.
My monitor dims but I push my cordless mouse while distracting myself by staring at the spilled drink. I should get a coaster.
I rest my fingers against the bottom edge of the mouse to keep my computer from falling asleep and my attention is drawn to the motion. …