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“So much for maintaining the boundaries of the sacred
employer-to-employee relationship,” Anjali says through a sly but attractive
smile while sipping on her second glass of champagne. “But then, I’m not really
your boss, am I?”
We’re both sitting up in bed, the
metal pans of food devoured along with most of the champagne.
“Shall I call down for another
bottle?”
“Or we can get some work done,
lover,” Anjali says, feeling for my hand under the covers, giving it a squeeze.
“Any ideas about finding your ex?”
Shaking my head. “I’m still trying
to wrap my head around the fact that she might still be alive. Took me quite a
while to get over her.”
Anjali snickers. “This proves it,”
she says, referring to our little late morning interlude. But then, her light
moment suddenly ta
