Chapter 8
VIOLET
Monday morning
Don’t spill the coffee in his lap. Don’t spill the coffee in his lap. Do. Not. Spill the coffee in his lap.
They’re the only words I can think off while my hands shake on an already strange Monday morning. My legs are shaking even worse, and as I set the steaming cup of coffee in front of my boss, David King, it’s the only thing I can focus on.
Well, that…and the huge bulge lying limp in his crotch. I can’t help it. I can’t help but notice.
He’s freaking hot. He’s also the closest thing I’ve had to a mentor in a long time, and the more I look at him, the more I wish I didn’t.
Why can’t I lose myself in a David? Granted there’s only the one and the teeny tiny crush I have on my boss is probably nothing more than the product of too much male testosteron
