“Emma?” his deep tone catches my attention.
“Jake.” I smile, opening my eyes again in a fluttery devilish way.
Oops, busted. He found me.
“Emma are you drunk?” his voice sounds husky with amusement and I laugh in answer as he moves toward me, stands over me looking down.
Oh boy, is it a breathtaking view!
His tie is off and draped casually round his shoulders, his white shirt open at the collar, his jacket discarded somewhere already.
Why did I never notice just how fuckable my boss is?
I hiccup, and it feels funny in my throat, sounds so weird to me that it makes me giggle again.
I like being drunk, I’m lighter and more fun; it makes me think Jake is s*x worthy and that’s pretty hilarious. I don’t find men a turn on at all, so that’s even funnier … Well, except Jake! He’s the exc
