‘Bloody hell,’ he says. He squeezes my entire cheek hard. ‘I’ve just realised what you’re wearing.’ ‘You must have been seriously sleep deprived if you didn’t notice these before,’ I joke. ‘Seriously.’ He’s definitely making up for lost time, copping a pretty good feel down there. ‘Aren’t these a bit kinky for work? Not that I’m complaining.’ ‘You’re so old. They’re super fashionable. And they’re Balenciaga.’
