Andre and I awkwardly stared at each other, frozen in time and I wanted to die. I couldn't even begin to describe the feeling of basically meeting my boss as a random location in the countryside for what basically amounted to an expensive hookup. Especially when this wasn't some super sexy book about office romance.
No. There was no romance. The man before me was a demon in a bow tie, and I was one of the imps being told to hurry up or I'd be the one punished.
There was nothing sexy or romantic about our relationship and I don't think I wanted anything to be sexy or romantic about it beyond the words I had to put to paper.
“What the f**k is this BULLSHIT?!" Andre yelled.
I shrugged helplessly, my mouth still agape. “I—"
“No, don't speak—" he ordered, holding up his hand before pinchin
