MAE POV
With my laptop undergoing therapy down in the IT room, my desk was pretty barren. I tried to busy myself with paper shuffling, sorting my latest batch of delivery schedules into neat alphabetically ordered piles, but it didn’t help any.
It didn’t matter how many kind words Jesse had heaped in my direction, I knew there would be no coming back from the discovery of smutty boss-centred stories if they managed to see the light of day.
My poor cheeks were still on fire and my nerves were still jittering, and I only had myself to blame. It was one of those well-deserved serves you right things that comes from making a dumbass slip up.
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasised about Mr Douglas stumbling across my stories. I mean, sure I had — usually with my hand down my knickers an
