OH MY BOSS.
he asked, halfway into the meal.
"I did until I became an assistant. My boss is a jerk you see, he loves to get his hands on everything that catches his fancy, but he doesn't care how I get them, and he's also a Playboy who makes me get him girlfriends" she told, holding his gaze the entire time.
Oliver rubbed his sweaty hands on his trouser, then grabbed the champagne flute, his hand trembling as he drank. He set it down before he made a fool of himself.
"Wow, that sounds rough".