You Hit My Heart
Chapter 132

The dress slid down inch by inch.

Finally, it floated silently to the ground.

The small and confined space was filled with such a dangerous andambiguous aura.

"Joyce?"

Outside the cubicle, however, came the soft calls of Juanita.

The sound was not at all loud but enough to bring the two in the cubicleto their senses.

Luther gasped and released Joyce.

Joyce blushed, and with her dress completely removed by him, leavingonly her underwear. She leaped off the dresser in shame. She pulledoff the blue overalls she was wearing from the hook and put them onquickly in front of Luther, not caring that he was still in the cubicle.When Luther saw her get dressed, he knelt down and untied theintricate straps on Joyce's embroidered shoes, then changed her intothe leather shoes she had worn herself.

She was surprised that he helped her change her shoes himself.

But she felt too confused to think too much.

After changing his shoes, Luther stood up. The contrast between thelittle cubicle and his lengthy body, pressing against her, made her recallhow she had just lost control of herself.

She touched her face with the back of her hand.

Yet it was getting hotter and hotter, what should she do?

"Joyce, are you in there?" Juanita heard the movement and came overto the cubicle on the left. She wondered why no one answered herwhen she clearly heard something.

Juanita knocked on the door, "Is there anyone inside, I'm coming in."Just as Juanita's hand was about to touch the doorknob.

The door suddenly opened.

Luther took a step out.

"Boss..." Juanita jumped back a step in shock, incoherent, "Boss,why... why are you..."

Immediately after, Joyce darted out of the cubicle, and as she passedJuanita, she said quickly, "Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."After saying that, she leaped through the door and went out, her sexyfigure disappearing instantly.

Juanita was stunned as she stood aside. She could not believe it. Justnow boss and Joyce got out together from the same cubicle, andJoyce's cheeks were scarlet, and her boss... She raised her eyes tosteal a glance. His shirt was slightly wrinkled, and the collar wasunbuttoned.

Shouldn't ...

Was she spoiling something good?

"Ahem." Luther cleared his throat and asked uncomfortably, “What doyou want?"

"Oh, boss, I'm sorry." Juanita thought of changing the topic quickly andtook the initiative to admit her mistake, "What happened today, it wasmy own doing. The thing is, our model Martha didn't want to wear thevintage clothes according to the plan, so she left the dressing room.Her cell phone was off, so we couldn't reach her. In an emergency, weasked Joyce to fill in for us."

"Boss, it's really not Joyce's fault, and I was the one who asked her tohelp." Juanita carefully looked at Luther's face.

How could she have known that Martha was actually not gone and waswaiting on the stage? If she had known, why would she have bothered?“Forget it. It won't happen again. In the future, she will not be allowed toappear in public without my permission.” Luther said with a cold face."Okay, boss. By the way ..."

Juanita hesitated.

Luther looked at her with raised eyebrows.

Finally, Juanita gave up and handed Luther a wet tissue, keeping herhead down and not daring to look up.

"Boss, your lips..." she pointed to the corner of his lips, “there is, thereare a few red marks..."