You're Wicked

"What!" I, excited, sprang to my feet. "You're right. Can I be a mean mother-in-law?" Carroll wrinkled his nose. "Can't you be a nice one?" "No!" I refused. "What if your daughter-in-law covets your wealth? What if she is a gold digger? My role is to intimidate her!" After a bitter smile, Carroll said, "Not with your height." "Carroll, it is lookism." Angry, I put my hands on my waist. "Lookism? Where did you learn this word?" Carroll asked. I started a show. "Mr. Carroll, you, rich and aloof, don't know the trend." "Commenting others about their heights, especially for the petite ones like me, is lookism. "It is personal!" "Haha!" Carroll raised his brows with contempt. Then, he pulled me into his arms.  He pocked the fat around my waist. The itch made me on Carroll's lap giggle.  I felt something around my thigh. Before I asked the question in my mind, Carroll pinned me down on the sofa.  Instantly, the employee, bringing me the milk, withdrew from the office. He pressed the button a