#26: You left your underwear over at my place.
"You left your underwear over at my place."
His low voice against her ear shot straight through her, and she internally cursed the shakiness of her legs at the feeling of her back now pressed firmly against his front. Not one to be undone, Helga's lips curved dangerously and she turned around and pressed even more into him and hummed, "Did I?"
Arnold gave her that smirk that drove her crazy, "Yes...and now Rhonda knows about us."
Helga's face went blank before contorting into one of rage, "Son of a bitch-
"She showed up unannounced, demanding to go over the designs for her office again-
"How did she even know they were mine." Helga demanded, arms crossing.
Arnold stuffed his hands in his pockets, and she hated him a little bit for looking so good.
"Well…apparently she was there when you bought those particular-
"Oh, Christ!" Helga slapped her hand against her forehead.
"Yeah," Arnold inched closer to her, ducking his head down a bit, "So, it's only a matter of time until everyone else finds out."
"Super," she muttered.
"I know, it must be such an unfortunate suffering for you, having people know you're involved with the likes of me," Arnold remarked dramatically.
Helga gave him a half hearted shove, "Oh shut up."
"I for one am thrilled," Arnold carried on, bring his hands up to her arms and tugging her against him, "I can't wait to tell the whole world the Helga G Pataki buys sexy lingerie to wear for me-
"Arnold!"
