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

For me. I need you.”

She couldn’t process the words. Couldn’t breathe properly.

“You’re irritating, you know,” he said, his hands still too close to her. “Always punctual, always proper, always—” He stopped and swallowed. “Perfect. And I hate perfection because it makes me feel messy. And you have these ridiculous glasses that make you look like a sexy continue reading …