Jared left early the next morning, slipping out of bed and out the door before the sun even came up. I rolled over and went back to sleep until my alarm went off at seven. I dreaded the thought of seeing him later at the office and of us acting like virtual strangers from nine to five while trying to ignore the night we’d just spent together. Sometimes I longed to reach out and touch him at work, not necessarily in a s****l way, but just to show some level of intimacy between us. A little squeeze of his arm or a light caress of his cheek would have done the job, but any display of affection, no matter how small, was simply out of the question because he was my boss. Something had to change. Either I needed to get a new boyfriend, or I needed to get a new job. I probably needed to get both.