Theodore
“Can I ask you something pushy?”
I ask, causing Gilda’s eyes to widen as she takes a bite of her sandwich.
“I guess it depends,” she giggles, and I lean forward, grinning.
“The boss.” I clear my throat, rubbing my hands under the table. “Is it possible that he is into men?”
“Well,” she tilts her head, her long brown hair falling to the side. “It’s not like we talk about that. But why? Are you planning to make a move?”
Oh, who is being pushy now?
At least her radar is working alright.
I laugh, shaking my head as I play with a chip. “Hell, no! He hates me. I think he would swallow me whole.”
God, wouldn’t that be perfect?
I shudder as she giggles. “Nah, I don’t think so. I think that he is very much fond of you.”
“Bullshit,” I grin, leaning back. “He keeps threa
