When we crossed the line
“How much, and what are the terms involved?”
Suddenly, I felt a hard shove as Sasha pushed me against the door hinges, bolting into the room like her pants were on fire.
“I'll be your Personal Assistant!” Sasha offered immediately, grinning from ear to ear.
I winced, massaging my elbow.
“Sasha!” Boss exclaimed, shocked.
“I'll be your assistant,” she repeated, ignoring our boss. “I'm really good at what I do, sir.”
Now, she practically was all over him like a possessed prostitute.
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