Another day at work, I walk inside Jason's office after knocking several times with no response. I wonder where he is this early in the morning. I’m placing his coffee on his desk when someone startles me from behind.
“Boo,” Jason says.
“Mr. Crawford,” I say, placing my hand above my racing heart. “You scared me.” I didn't hear his footsteps while I was focusing on not spilling his coffee.
“What did I say about calling me Mr. Crawford when we’re alone?” he asks, s******g my ass. He’s really serious about s******g me every time I call him Mr. Crawford. I hold my ass looking horrified at what he just did to me—in his office!
“I can't believe you did that,” I say, rubbing the spot he s*****d.
“Did it hurt?” he asks, sounding worried when he notices me rubbing the spot. He puts his whol
