The Boss Made Me Moan (4)
I didn’t want to cry. But I did. I sat at the edge of that tiny bed, my hands covering my face, and let the guilt bleed out of me. I hated that part of me wanted something to go wrong. I hated that my body reacted to Dwayne the way it did. And I hated that Tim was back home, caring for our sick daughter, while I was here.
I wiped my face roughly and stood. I needed to get this fixed. Fast. I made my way to the main building and walked directly to the front desk. My tone wasn’t polite. It was tight and clipped, teetering between panic and rage.
"I need to speak to your manager. Now."
The receptionist's eyes widened slightly, but she complied. A few minutes later, a man in a blazer and khakis emerged from a side office.
"Good afternoon, ma'am. I'm the property
