#Chapter22
/"Emma?/" his deep tone catches my attention.
/"Jake./" I smile, opening my eyes again in a fluttery devilish way.
Oops, busted. He found me.
/"Emma are you drunk?/" his voice sounds husky with amusement and I laugh in answer as he moves toward me, stands over me looking down.
Oh boy, is it a breathtaking view!
His tie is off and draped casually round his shoulders, his white shirt open at the collar, his jacket discarded somewhere already.
Why did I never notice just how fuckable my boss is?
I hiccup, and it feels funny in my throat, sounds so weird to me that it makes me giggle again.
I like being drunk, I’m lighter and more fun; it makes me think Jake is sex worthy and that’s pretty hilarious. I don’t find men a turn on at all, so that’s even funnier … Well, except Jake! He’s the exception to the rule in that everything he does is panty warming and alluring, even standing staring at me as he is now.
