“Can you stay, Jeff?” Richard asked as I rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up.
“I’m afraid not.” I went to the chair where I’d left my clothes folded in a tidy pile and began putting them on.
“Your boss is a slave driver. You ought to quit. My company would take you on in a shot.”
In a shot? I bit back a laugh. He had no idea what I did. None of my lovers ever did.
“Thanks for the offer, but I like what I do.”
“So do I.” He worked for an advertising firm, and with all due respect to ad men, I couldn’t picture a more boring job than sitting behind a desk day in and day out. “But you’d never see me letting my asshole of a boss control my private life.”
I leaned over and patted his ass. “My boss is a good guy. I don’t mind.”
“Well, I do. And frankly, Jefferson, if this is the way y
