Bad Boss: An Office Romance
The trim was taped off, indicating a paint job was in the near future.
“No, not at all,” I confessed, holding my arms for warmth. The entry way to the wide open living room, dining room, and kitchen was warm from all of the bodies. This room was freezing.
Craft stepped closer to me. “Fantasy Night is for our fantasy baseball league.”
I clenched my jaw in confusion.
Craft laughed. “We get together and choose players from the entire league to make our own teams, then follow the stats throughout the season. Winner takes home a big chunk of change, and gets to go with me to the playoff game of their choice.”