~*JUNE*~
What the f**k did I just do?
I almost had s*x with Mr. Macaulay.
My freaking boss.
And if Mark hadn't walked in, I would've let him—I would've let him bend me over his desk and f**k me.
Fan-f*****g-tastic, June.
Your self-control and dignity have officially resigned and vacated the premises.
Fuck.
I'm doomed.
How on earth am I supposed to face him after this?
How do I just act like everything is normal?
How do I sit at my desk, answer his calls, and hand him his morning coffee like I didn't just have his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my skin, and his teeth scraped against my throat?
The sound of Mr. Macaulay’s office door opening sends my heart leaping into my throat.
My pulse kicks into overdrive, hammering so hard I can feel i
