"Me?" marveled Meiden. David's question made him visible, even in the dim light, as he raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, you. Just because you're rich doesn't mean you're above me. You are my boss, but only in professional matters. In private matters, and I consider sex to be as private as possible, you have no authority or responsibility over me."
That's right! David hoped he had told Gustav to listen. There are some boundaries that can be stretched, maybe slightly crossed, but others are absolutely impassable, and no boss, no matter how handsome, has the right to think that he has the right to wise up in David's private affairs.
"You are wrong," Gustav informed him in a soft yet firm voice. "I have responsibility for you. Not as your boss, but as the man who touched you."
