“I don’t see how the boyfriend would matter, boss. This is a job too,” I reminded him gently. “Does it still feel like just a job to you?” he asked softly. I stiffened in his arms and tried to lean back, but his hold prevented even that much movement away from him. “You can say it does, but I don’t want to play cat and mouse with you—well, not about this.” I chuckled despite myself, and Sacha reached up, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to face him.
