Iris: The meeting

FAKE, FAKE, fake!

That's the only thing I've been saying all morning, and I'm still thinking about it. It's fucking afternoon. I'm supposed to be going over the details of a meeting I need to be having with the fashion and photography team right now, but here I am, reeling over the word like a kid who just learned about it today in an English lesson, forgetting to hurry with clearing my shit and going to the meeting.

I know why I'm hell-bent on the word like this. Lucas. I have a crush on him, a huge crush. A crush that I don't want to acknowledge yet, because acknowledging it would mean doing the one thing I never thought I would do anytime soon.

Giving him a piece of me.

Iris, focus. Maybe you're just horny.