Sitting on the balcony, outside my boss’s apartment, wearing only my underwear?

Not the way i expected to start my Saturday morning hours.

I guess I actually should’ve thought harder approximately going home with my sexy fresh gym instructor, specifically since I had no idea the guy was married.

When he pushed me outdoors five seconds before his wife walked through the entranceway, I jumped one balcony more than. I thought it would be less embarrassing for a complete stranger to find me than his wife.

That was a smart move.

So here I am, wearing next to absolutely nothing and freezing my ass away, staring through the living space window at my young, sexy, and very intimidating boss, Chase Winston.

I’ve two choices: I could sit here and make an effort to think of another way to avoid it of this and risk dying of hypothermia. Or I could suck it up and knock on that home window.

After a long, internal argument with myself, I choose option two.

Here goes absolutely nothing .

Contains mature themes.