Red heads aren't the fantasy of men

Red heads aren't the fantasy of men.

At that time, she didn't take note of it and didn't respond to it. She was too interested in the tacos and in what she wanted to ask him, she didnt bother about what he had said.

"Ughhh...stop." she wouldn't let Mary feed her brain with silly misconceptions. "I told you he is an introvert and I forgot to add that he is brutally honest as well. Boss is just...he is just being nice. That is the kind of person he is."

"Hmmm..." she hums, removes her socks and climbs into bed with her. "If you say so." Mary raised her hand in the air for few seconds before sitting across Ana lap and placing her hands on the ladys shoulders. "So when are you doing the shoot?"

"I am thinking tomorrow. I need the money."

Marys shoulders slumped and she begins to trace Anas face with the tip of her left index finger. "You have been called?"