The next day, I woke up pissed as hell, last night’s events still burning in my head. I mean, why the f**k was I so mad about my boss screwing some chick? He’s hot as hell like, stupidly sexy…and obviously, women are lining up to throw themselves at him. So, what’s my problem?
After a shower, I threw on a pink floral dress, let my hair hang loose, and headed downstairs for breakfast. The food was good, but something, or rather someone was missing. The boss didn’t show up. Shocker.
Curious, I asked Francesca where he was, and she casually mentioned he’d requested breakfast in his room. Oh, so he’s still holed up with her, huh? My blood boiled, but I played it cool. I wanted to ask Francesca about the girl from last night, but instead, I kept it vague.
“Does the boss have a girlfriend?”
