She pats me twice on the shoulder, then winks, making the heat rise up my neck all the way to my scalp. I am not a man who blushes, but my temperature spikes to an unsafe level under the surface of my skin. “I’ll come prepared, boss.” The way she puts emphasis on the word boss puts me on edge. Because I like the way it sounds when she calls me boss, and I can’t have that. I won’t have that. I simply nod in response, a rough jerk of my head.
Stopppppp I can’t handle thissssss
