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Monday morning felt like an uninvited guest who was all too familiar with my secrets and just waiting to spill them at the worst time. I paced the bedroom, Trix watching from the bed with that judgmental tilt of his head, probably wondering why I was having a full-on existential meltdown before eight a.m.
How was I supposed to behave around a boss I'd slept with? The boss. The one who'd knotted me up, who I begged shamelessly for his cum, who made sure I was okay afterward, and then disappeared like some sexy ghost before I woke up.
Should I keep it professional? Go for the flirty banter? Act like nothing happened?
For fuck's sakes what's the right way to say "good morning" when you've just screamed someone's name in ecstasy a couple of nights ago?!
I decided to go for sharp and polished. A new shirt, crisp white, fitted just right to look capable without shouting "notice me, senpai!" even though I did want him to notice me.
