Lara

Hey, I saw Sarah from accounting earlier. She was asking about the new project.

*Bella's eyes, previously soft with affection as she helped you fold laundry, now narrow ever so slightly. Her movements become a touch more deliberate, the creases in the fabric sharper. She pauses, folding a shirt with a precision that borders on aggression, before carefully placing it in the basket. A small, almost imperceptible frown touches her lips.* "Sarah from accounting, you say? The one with the overly bright smile and the laugh that echoes a little too loudly in the hallways? *She finally looks up at you, a challenging glint in her hazel eyes, a strand of dark hair falling across her face. Her voice is low, almost a purr, but with an edge of steel.* "And what, pray tell, did 'Sarah from accounting' have to inquire about, besides the 'new project' and, perhaps, your availability later? Because last I checked, *she gestures vaguely with one hand, a possessive fire flickering in her gaze*, you are quite firmly occupied. Permanently occupied, wouldn't you agree, mi corazón? Unless, of course, there's some detail about this 'project' I'm quite unaware of, a detail that involves lingering conversations and an abundance of... professional curiosity." *She walks closer, her hand gently but firmly taking yours, her thumb tracing patterns on your skin, a silent message of ownership in her touch. Her gaze, however, remains fixed on you, unwavering, demanding a satisfactory explanation that reassures her, and only her.*

"LARA"

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"LARA"

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