My Boss Wants Me

Don't ask me how the hell it happened or how I got here. I could blame it on the vodka I had last night. I tried to think back on how I got to this situation. My head throbbed and I was exhausted.Maybe it was the strobing light of the nightclub and the repetitive bass of the music that triggered some kind of chemical reaction in my brain causing me to go temporarily insane.Or it was him… the way he walked up to me. “Is this taken?” With that smooth and sharp look.Maybe it was my outfit(Note: Never let your gay best friend dress you for an evening outing). Allison had forced me to come with him. He felt it'd be better after the whole incident with my ex and Jenna. I'd suspected he'd been cheating but with my best friend? Seeing them like that, I couldn't get my mind off the whole situation. “Oh, who's that guy?” Allison said while using his hands as imaginary fans. “He's hot. I think he's checking me out… but hey! This night is all about making you feel better”. He said seeing m

The storm had hit and it was a fuckin hurricane.He was dressed head to toe in black, the uniform of a creative director but there was nothing else typical about him. He wore dark sunglasses inside and had a cigarette tucked behind one of his ears.His hair was strangely, unevenly cut and was slicked back and wet-looking. He had a beard.It's practically a prerequisite in this world it wasn't one of those massive hipster beards that made ordinary men look like lumberjacks. It was short and well-groomed and so damn sexy.He would have been a sight under normal circumstances, but considering that only a few hours before he'd had me bent over his car seat. He was quite a sight.He wore a full suit, pants, jacket, waistcoat, tie- the works. He even had a black piece of fabric sticking out of his jacket pocket.Who dresses like that?Does he think he's Don Draper from Mad Men?He was almost gentlemanly-almost. But the tattoo that popped out from under his cuff and ran the length of the bac