No comment on your “fantasies,” although I highly doubt they’re “long over.” I’m standing outside your office at this very moment. You don’t have to wait two months from now to see the look on my face when you tell me you’re quitting. (Thank you for taking five hours to do something that could be accomplished in two.) ( Where is it?) And I did tell you to take my Jaguar to the car wash and pick up my thousand-dollar watch. Yes, I did ask you to pick up my dry cleaning the second you arrived to work to day.

No, you haven’t already told me that you hate your “boss” today, but seeing as though you’ve sent me this email directly, I know now…

PS–Please tell me your day is going better than mine… ASS.Īll those former fantasies about him kissing me with his “mouth of perfection” or bending me over my desk and filling me with his cock are long over. I honestly can’t wait to see the look on his face two months from now when I tell him that I’m quitting his company and that he can kiss my ass. Then he told me that I needed to take his Jaguar to a car wash that was ten miles outside of the city, but only after I needed to stand in a never-ending line to buy some type of limited, hundred-dollar watch. Sexy as hell or not, this pompous, arrogant, ASSHOLE asked me to pick up his dry cleaning the second I walked through the door. Have I already told you that I hate my boss today? He definitely wasn’t supposed to get that email… A steamy, office-romance novella from New York Times bestselling author, Whitney G…

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