“You’re not underage, are you?”
“Of course not! Do I look underage? How would I be driving—”
“Be quiet, Jessie. I’m being facetious. So why do you think it’s inappropriate? I’m an adult, you’re an adult. I’m single. Are you single?”
“Y-yes, but that’s not what I mean.”
“Then enlighten me, for Christ’s sake.”
“Well, you’re kinda my boss. We’re meant to be working. Not… I dunno… whatever.” My cheeks blazed.
“Don’t you just have the way with words. For one, I’m not your boss. Technically speaking, I’m your client. Not really the same thing. And it’s irrelevant, anyway. I’m not proposing we get down and dirty right here, right now.” She took a sip of her own drink, somehow managing to give me an intense stare that made me wriggle on the cushion as heat blossomed in my abdomen. “We’ve got
