#Chapter78
/"Is that the direction we’re taking now … squabbling over your driving accomplishments?/" I pout, crossing my hands in my lap and sighing deeply. He wrinkles his forehead at me and looks out over the aisle at the empty seats, shifting in his chair for the second time.
/"I left because if I didn’t, it was going to go one of two ways … either I ended up fucking you or strangling you./"
I’m rendered gob smacked. There’s no other word for it. He just put it right out there so bluntly.
I’m sure I should read my contract under the section about appropriate conversation topics with your boss, and maybe check the sexual harassment clauses.
He flicks over my burning face, accepting my silence.
/"It’s clear that parts of our relationship sometimes blur the lines … We work closely, we live in each other’s pockets, and sometimes I forget that you are my PA above everything else./"
