“Yes, boss.” I roll my eyes. He crowds me, my coffee pressed between our chests. “What happened to husband?” Heat builds in my lower stomach. I need to get away from him before I do something stupid, like kiss him. “It’s a secret,” I stage-whisper. He leans in and brushes his lips over my forehead, his words a caress. “Not when we’re alone.”
He’s so insanely down bad bruh
