When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
ELENA I stare at my reflection in the ornate bathroom mirror. Samantha, my boss's lover, is here, openly flirting with him. I know I shouldn't let it bother me. He'll always be my obnoxious boss, but how can I explain that to my foolish heart? I know that every time he has been kind to me or when we spent the whole day together, it was just because he was that cheerful, not because he felt something for me. How could it? I'm just his assistant. He's had hordes of women, most of them blonde with big breasts and prominent hips, sexy and sensual blondes. I could never compete with them. Still, I accept my role. In contrast, it is painful for me to see him with another one of his blondes. With a resigned sigh, I exit the bathroom. Outside, everyone is still drinking with glasses in hand.