My Boss Wants Me
Side effects include rapid pulse, palpitation, sweaty palms, and in severe cases sexual arousal leading to impromptu hot-as-hell backseat sex.
"So you're my clientele service girl, I see." He bit down on the end of his pen. Why did all his phrasing seem steeped in sexual innuendo? Accident? I think not. He was some kind of modern-day sleazy Casanova, going around deliberately trying to make females amorous.
It was working. I crossed my legs tightly, just in case.
"Mmmm, yes." I managed with a slight nod, trying to look as professional as possible.
"Great. We're going to be working very closely on the next few campaigns."
Bab Populer