My Boss Showed Up Drunk At My Door Until He Said He Needed Me

door, looked through the peephole, and felt her heart stop. She opened it so fast she almost tore off the doorknob.

“Mr. Hayes, what are you—”

He stumbled forward. She grabbed his arms on reflex, and his weight against her was warm and solid, the smell of whiskey mixing with the expensive cologne he always wore in a way that was disturbingly familiar.continue reading …