The Boss Made Me Moan (5)
My chest burned with humiliation.
What the hell was wrong with Dwayne? After all the professional talk, and right after he had promised to keep a polite distance…why did he switch up on me?
This? This was what he pulled?
I stared at the shirt. It was low cut and way too short in a way that barely covered anything. There was no way I was wearing just that to bed.
Had he planned this? Had he known about the bed? Had he used it to set this up?
My hands were shaking, but I didn’t move. I didn’t want to cause a scene, not yet. He was still my boss, and he was still on a work call and in control.
But if he thought I was going to blindly obey, he had no idea who he was messing with.
I sat there fuming, waiting for him to finish, plotting exactly what I’d say o
