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

kittens. So what?”

He tilted his head, a strand of hair falling over his forehead. “It’s ugly.”

“Excuse me?”

“No, wait.” He laughed — a genuine, drunk laugh, completely different from the cold calculated smiles he gave at the office. “It’s not ugly. It’s cute. Like you. Cute, but weird.”

“You came here to call me weird?”

Then he became completely serious.continue reading …