A Master Intern and her Submissive Boss
Dew patiently explained, "You can't just jump into it, right? It's about sparking the imagination."
She paused deliberately, as if allowing him to wonder in the silence.
"You can ask me too."
Alex felt out of his depth. Business acumen, negotiation skills, leadership – none of it was useful here. Led by Dew, he asked bluntly,
"Are you at home or the office? What are you wearing?"
Dew didn't mind his clumsiness.
"I live alone in my place. And I'm not wearing anything right now."
Alex's imagination involuntarily painted a vivid picture, leaving him flushed and overwhelmed. He covered his face, unsure if the warmth he felt was from his fever or her flirtatious words.