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I spent all night going over what happened with Kenzo. He told me he was single. I told him I was single. He started to undress in front of me. I put my hands on him, and then said all of that stuff about my mom. Ugh! Why would I overshare like that? Sure, Kenzo asked me questons, but I offered up the information to begin with. I shouldn't have done that. I probably sounded like a total loser with mommy issues. Why did I even put my hands on him in the first place? That was so bold of me. I'm not even a bold person. Yet, there I was, with my hands all over my boss's.. amazing.. perfetly chizzled.. body. Oh man. What am I going to do? I can't keep crushing on my boss like this. Who does Kenzo Suzuki think he is anyways? Getting undressed in front of me. Being interested in my life. And