Alisa
The rest of the day, all I could think about was how I was going to dinner with Denton. My sexy boss and supposed to be off-limits to me. A man twice my age. But he wanted to take me out on a date.
Would he expect me to have s*x with him?
Would he even want to f**k after I tell him I’m a virgin?
“s**t, Alisa,” I whispered, “What the hell are you doing?”
It’s wrong.
Taboo.
Forbidden.
I dressed in a pair of shorts and a one-shouldered grey shirt with a pair of boots. I put my hair up in a ponytail and checked myself in the mirror. I glanced at the clock on the wall. It’s only fifteen minutes to six. There’s still time to back out of this. But luck wasn’t on my side. I heard the doorbell ring and I took a deep breath.
“It’s just dinner,” I whispered to myself, “Not.
