"You are my boss, it was an obvious trap, and you bow hunt predators and rip out their teeth. That last bit combined with that aforementioned problem with my libido...," I grinned sheepishly. "I wanted to keep my job...and my life."
"Do you think I'd shoot you for a s****l indiscretion?" Buffy postulated.
"Do you want my honest assessment?" I looked into her golden eyes.
"Yes," she smiled warmly.
"You, and by that I mean Havenstone, are a bunch of raving psychopaths masquerading as feminists who use economic exploitation to cover up your numerous crimes," I unloaded.
The two women looked at one another then started giggling.
"We like you," Helena walked up and patted my chest.
"I'm glad Katrina chose you," Buffy added. "Let's go buy you a suit, or three."
"I'm glad to see my rantin
