God, he was so frustrating. And to think I’d almost slept with him after the company Christmas party last year. He shouldn’t have been there in the first place, but seeing as he was running the foundation one of my bosses started, he’d been invited. Luckily for the both of us, we’d been drunk off our asses when he’d invited me up to a room, and then he’d promptly passed out before anything had happened. He acted like nothing had happened. Did he even remember how he’d flirted with me or shoved his tongue down my throat as he stroked me through my pants as we’d taken the elevator?
