It’s Patrick Brighton-Smith. My boss. He’s standing over me, his hands resting on his hips and his eyes flashing with anger.
Did I just say his name out loud? Does he know I was thinking about him while I touched myself?
“Did I give you permission to use my bathtub?” he demands.
I am frozen in place, extremely aware of how naked I am underneath the bubbly water.
“No, sir, “ I squeak.
“The Girl in the Café” – A short story prequel of The Billionaire’s Price (non-spoilery)
“The Replacement Princess”